Once you learn who you are,
you change what you were before.
You put new rags upon your back,
leave the old ones on the floor.
Everyone who looks at self,
can find something to change.
This elusiveness of perfection,
is why we rearrange.
Beauty is both in and out,
and places in between.
We know what were looking at,
when by some it cant be seen.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-self/
