You think you know someone - perhaps you do -
But can you ever know a person, really?
Is what we think we see remotely true?
Some would say No, no matter how sincerely
We represent ourselves we disappoint
The other person time and time again.
Take my friend Jane. Here is a case in point.
I really thought I knew my old friend Jane,
I'd go round to her house, and she to mine -
We had the key to one another's door.
We disagreed sometimes, but got on fine -
We had what I would call a real rapport.
I felt Jane was a friend I could rely on -
But all along she was a man called Brian...
Reason for writing:
This poem was inspired by the need to acknowledge
and make light of the perennial human propensity for
profound misunderstanding. (I think)
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