Found this piece of poem, written by myself exactly 27 years ago…is she the same me?
It’s Meeh..
Jenny, is my name, a name you can rust,
I’m jolly, friendly and happy,
You cannot see me lonely,
‘cause I can pretend.
I had many secrets been revealed,
My life I guess is an open book,
But I knew myself that nobody knows,
I know my life that’s never been told.
My attitude is simply unique,
I believe that everybody is special,
And the most special of course,
No other person but me.
I’m childish at the way I move
But I’m matured at the way I think,
This maturity comes from the Lord,
Through reading His word everyday.
I cannot write what is me,
You must seek for it and
See for yourself that the friend you have
Is a friend at all times,
That is ME.
Jenny
March 4, 1994