The Collector

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 01, 2018

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The Collector of Pretty Things 

 

M.R.S

 

 

Sometimes I look

 

At my image reflected

 

And the face that looks back 

 

Is strangely unexpected

 


His face, one so homely, 

 

Could frighten a child 

 

Despite a demeanour 

 

That is gentlemanly and mild

 


By the glances and the stares 

 

I can tell my face is not pleasing

 

But I find the lack of mockery 

 

In no way appeasing

 


Often I think 

 

That if people laughed, and if they pointed 

 

My witty retorts 

 

Would leave them disjointed

 

 

For though it is beauty 

 

That my person is lacking

 

The way of my words

 

Is ever attracting

 


But sadly, my voice and my character 

 

Do not change their views

 

And with their eyes fixed upon me


I feel destined to loose 

 


Their sense of respect 

 

And faith in my discretion

 

And all just because 

 

Of a mere first impression

 


I suppose this has all taught me 

 

To be confident and strong,

 

And that if my peers should think otherwise, 

 

I will know that they are wrong

 


Besides, if I were born pretty, 

 

I would be unbearably vain;

 

It is only my unprepossessing face 

 

That can keep me sane

 


Faced with this prospect

 

Rather than let it fill me with dread

 

I have decided: 

 

If I cannot be the pretty thing, 

 

Why not collect them instead?  

 


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