My Super Self
by Rachel Hoyt
image by Jeroen van Oostrom via freedigitalphotos.net
I know my Super Self's in there -
He prob'ly is just tired.
I'm actually nice. I really care.
I just haven't conspired
To help every sad soul I see -
That would take my whole day.
We will just have to let things be -
Life's busy, come what may.
I can't watch out for every gran
Who needs to cross the road.
I won't smile at the scruffy man -
He'll ask me to unload
My spare powers in his coin pile,
Though my purse is quite light.
Villains will hide, try to beguile,
All those who shine more bright.
I don't have time to hold open
Doors or clean up spills.
I must get places on the when,
No time for super thrills.
Yet I know in the moment,
My Super Self would fight.
I like to think he's resting gent-
ly 'til the time is right.
© 2013
Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
This tongue-in-cheek rhyme imagines someone could foresee
like Superman - cape flowing free.
poetic
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