In his portly, paunchy stature, I see acceptance of the God-given
and a disregard for shape

In his portly, paunchy stature, I see acceptance of the God-given
and a disregard for shape
I don’t quite like that guy.
That fellow standing in front of me.
Looking back at me. Looking just like me.
He stands tall, his heart is fair,
But I don’t like some of what I see.
His form’s not perfect.
It’s tarnished in places.
I can see his flaws up close. Continue reading →