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THE EVOLUTION OF YOU

Have you ever asked yourself Who am I? It’s a question oft debated…

Because, when you stop to think about it the answer’s complicated:

 

Who am I? As long as a life keeps rearranging…

the answer to that will keep on changing.

 

You began life you must admit…

not as he or she…but it.

 

Until the doctors used a diagram…

to show your parents who you am.

 

At that point it was plain to see…

that you were either a she…or he. 

 

When you’re young …you have no clue…

why they would sometimes call you you!

 

And it was years before you understood why…

they called you you but you were I.

 

Then you learned you were part of a family…

and you weren’t I or you…but we.

 

And you learned a family can be a plus…

when all together you were us.

 

Until adding more family members caused you scars…

when you learned things weren’t mine…but ours…

 

Or when something broke and your parents knew…

we weren’t all in trouble…just you.

 

Yet out of all that confusion you began to see…

that you were you and you meant me.

 

Until you met her…or was it he…

and the two of you became a we.

 

You fell in love…got married…and thus….

the two of you became an us.

 

And all you had..your house your cars…

were no longer mine or hers…but ours.

 

And then one day you two were elated….

when the doctor told you what you created…

 

And you found you were extremely glad…

that you were now called…Mom or Dad.

 

It’s funny isn’t it?…you think you know the answer to ‘Who I am’…but then…

 

the evolution of you begins again.


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WHO AM I?

I overheard a conversation between an older man and a little girl while standing in the check-out lane

that made me marvel, once again, at the purity of a child’s brain.

 

“How old are you?” The old man asked.

The girl held up two fingers…”I am three.”

The old man chuckled then asked, “and who are you?”

And she answered…”I am me!”

 

Here I had to stop and wonder…what would be my reply

If someone asked me for an answer to the question…who am I?

 

For ‘Who am I’ is not an easy question to truly comprehend…

‘I am me’ is a wonderful answer but in truth…it all depends.

 

I am a child when I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain

I am a friend when I share another friends happiness or help them through their pain.

 

I am a husband when I kiss Deborah good night and look into her eyes.

I am a child again at a carnival… when I’m trying to win a prize.

 

I am a PopPop who has been a horse and a magician with a magic show

I am a man who feels blessed to have been around to watch his children…now grandchildren grow…

 

I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away

I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.

 

Sometimes I have been all these individuals in a single afternoon

It seems a multitude of people envelope me…like the stars surround the moon.

 

So in answer to the question ‘Who am I?” 

“I am me.” is certainly true…

But it also depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to.

 

And, when you stop to think about it, 

It’s fun to look at life this way…

Because I never know, when the day begins,

How many mes I’ll be today.

 

And as for that little girl…who as she left the store was sucking on her thumb…

 

I had to smile as I pictured all the mes she will become.


I overheard a conversation between an older man and a little girl while standing in the check-out lane

that made me marvel, once again, at the purity of a child’s brain.

 

“How old are you?” The old man asked.

The girl held up two fingers…”I am three.”

The old man chuckled then asked, “and who are you?”

And she answered…”I am me!”

 

Here I had to stop and wonder…what would be my reply

If someone asked me for an answer to the question…who am I?

 

For ‘Who am I’ is not an easy question to truly comprehend…

‘I am me’ is a wonderful answer but in truth…it all depends.

 

I am a child when I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain

I am a friend when I share another friends happiness or help them through their pain.

 

I am a husband when I kiss Deborah good night and look into her eyes.

I am a child again at a carnival… when I’m trying to win a prize.

 

I am a PopPop who has been a horse and a magician with a magic show

I am a man who feels blessed to have been around to watch his children…now grandchildren grow…

 

I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away

I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.

 

Sometimes I have been all these individuals in a single afternoon

It seems a multitude of people envelope me…like the stars surround the moon.

 

So in answer to the question ‘Who am I?” 

“I am me.” is certainly true…

But it also depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to.

 

And, when you stop to think about it, 

It’s fun to look at life this way…

Because I never know, when the day begins,

How many mes I’ll be today.

 

And as for that little girl…who as she left the store was sucking on her thumb…

I had to smile as I pictured all the mes she will become.


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