TO THINE OWN SELF . . .
What in me, over years, remains the same
And constitutes my core of character,
The soul or essence of this corporal frame
With which my thoughts and actions should concur?
For should they not, I’d then be misaligned
With what’s intended as my destiny,
That fate for which my being is designed,
That person who is genuinely me.
To be true to myself and manifest
What’s latent and as yet unrealized
Is the sole way my being may be blessed
And all that I accomplish truly prized.
Just so, this frame of verse has formed around
That energy of thought to which it’s bound.