5So many people pass me by
Pushing along the isles of life
Their carts loaded down
I sit on a shelf inspected
And rejected
They don't see the good inside
Ha, I must admit as they read
My label it's rewritten by me
It's fiction on purpose
So you don't get past my cover
On this shelf in this lane of life
I sit
Waiting for my discerning shopper
To herd me in their bin
I long, hope and contemplate