What Can Be Said

What can be said of prose can be said of rhyme
And to be seen to be different from others should not be seen as a crime
In everything that's different we see something strange
We cannot change the World but ourselves we can change.

From the town I was raised near I now live far south
But in me I still retain the old self doubt
That I had in me many decade ago
Where lack of confidence linger self esteem cannot grow.

Have you ever felt you are not good enough
And though you hang in there when the going gets tough
You feel that you struggle without making the grade
And little out of your time you feel you have made?

The reaper will come for to claim me one day
And in the scale of time that won't be far away
On all things of life there is a use by date
And on anyone time never does seem to wait.