WHEN I THINK ABOUT MYSELF

By Maya Angelou

When I think about myself,

I almost laugh myself to death,

My life has been one great big joke,

A dance that's walked

A song that's spoke,

I laugh so hard I almost choke

When I think about myself.

Sixty years in these folks' world

The child I works for calls me girl

I say 'Yes ma'am' for working's sake.

Too proud to bend

Too poor to break,

I laugh until my stomach ache,

When I think about myself.

My folks can make me split my side,

I laughed so hard I nearly died,

The tales they tell, sound just like lying,

They grow the fruit,

But eat the rind,

I laugh until I start to crying,

When I think about my folks.

@Maya Angelou

Source: American Literature 

IF A SEAGULL CAME

Lifted from Mir of Lisbon

"If a seagull came"

bring me the Lisbon skies

in the drawing I made,

In the sky where you look

It's a wing that does not fly,

take a nap and fall into the sea.

What a perfect heart

a battery in my chest

my love in your hand,

That hand where it fit

perfect my heart“

Poem by Alexander O'Neill

WHEN YOU ARE OLD

Lifted from Grace Celeste Chan

"WHEN YOU ARE OLD" 

by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

(One of the last poems that W.B. Yeats wrote. Born 13 June 1865 – Died 28 January 1939)

Image of W.B. Yeats public domain by Charles George Beresford via Wikimedia Commons.