Master of Disguise


I am the master of disguise,
showing little, though you spy.
Striving to keep my honor high
as the people pass me by.

So come and try me on for size,
see if I am full of lies.
Though such dishonor I despise,
see confusion in my eyes.

Looking inward, the things I see
make me question fantasy.
Could anyone possibly be
interested just in me?

I am the master of my dreams
She looks at me, smiles and beams,
Though God has told me that He deems
my real life better, it seems

So I will wait and watch awhile
Hoping for that little smile
Shedding the remnants of all guile
Exposed without denial


(c)2001 by Robert H. Harrison