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DARE TO BE DIFFERENT
Try to see the world anew;
Not the way that others do.
Artists with a new perception
Send the world in a new direction.
Kandinsky was right out on a limb
And nobody thought much of him,
When he painted the above;
They said 'What are you thinking of?'
(Forgive my ignorance, it could be
That this was painting thirty-three!)
Though this work is so surreal
I can see some apple peel;
You may see a fair-ground scene
Or a dance on the village green.
All he saw was a 'Red Spot'!
Like the painting or like it not,
His work, at the time, was a surprise;
He had looked through different eyes.
Don't let society dictate
What is acceptable and great.
Dare to be different! You may find
The world is following-on behind.
I wish I were a tattered bear
With not a single stitch to wear,
With paws all worn and velvet scuffed
And fur a single mangey tuft.
I wish my eyes were not quite there
Giving a sort of anguished stare.
I wish my nose hung by a thread,
Not central, but side-on instead.
I wish my mouth had come askew,
As mouths of old bears often do.
I wish my ears had lost their lift,
Doing a sad and downward shift.
I wish I were lying by myself
On someone's high neglected shelf!
Why do I wish for this sad fate?
Because, I know if I only wait.....
That Someone will rescue me one day
In a delightful sort of way.
She'll make me paw-pads out of suede!
No finer paws, I think, are made.
With finest wool and thread she'll sew
A mouth like a perfect Cupid's Bow.
And then she'll add a nose as well,
So real it almost seems to smell!
And now the best part, button eyes,
Widening with new-found surprise!
She'll add a jacket, brilliant red,
And a little hat for my furry head.
Two holes where both my ears will go
So that they'll know which way to grow.
Then a gift tag round my neck will say
'A brand new bear for Christmas Day!'
But. alas, I'm human, not a bear
And my increasing wear and tear
Can't be put right with a handy thread,
A loving needle and coat of red.
I'll have to strive and play my part
To preserve the youth of my inmost heart,
So that, though age I cannot hide,
I'll still declare with joyful pride
'The outside's not too debonaire
But INSIDE I'm a brand new Bear!'