QUITE POSSIBLY IT’S YOU

My legs are long enough to reach the floor —
have been that way as long as I recall
and every day they help my feet explore
my world. So far I’ve managed not to fall.

My arms are long enough to reach my needs
and guide my hands to handle all details.
I have the tools to all my hungers feed.
I think that I am fortunate, indeed.

Above my neck there is what matters most:
some bluish eyes, a nose, a mouth, two ears.
Then there’s my brain that is my body’s host
and delegates my laughter and my tears.

Why I assemble words the way I do
I do not know. Quite possibly it’s you.

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