Man in mismatched suit jacket and dress slacks,
Both second-hand, still wears dress shirt and tie;
The little girl affectionately lacks
Doubts in her hugging as to reasons why
And, seeing only daddy, tie and suit,
Loves him, though he is worn out, face hirsute.
What I determined in less than a glance
Does not occur to her in precious time.
And maybe he just has no fashion sense.
I have no business assessing him.
It is myself I measure on reflection,
As understanding comes out of projection,
Humiliations all to some degree
Ourselves against who we aspired to be.
KLK
9/18/14
I Dwell In Possibility 