Inside Out

Inside out

It’s true that we are

What we do,

And not what we look

That’s not just an aphorism, not just a hook

We should be  judged by our words and not by the eye

No snap judgement to pass him of her by

Spending time on appearances, hair make up and face

Can never be enough to arrive at the right place

For what is the you which you have packaged to proffer?

We’ve seen the decoration but what is the offer

Which is not to say that we should not be proud

Nor should not be allowed

To look our very best

But the test

Is your deeds

What you wear may be your window to the world

But what you say is the window to your soul, unfurled

Your body is that which you were given, but your words are what you choose

Something which you can never ever lose

Take pride in that which you harbour  within

Whether tall or short or fat or thin

For the greatest achievements were never with the plastic surgeons knife

But personal endeavour, determination and strife

For appearances in graves are pitifully few

The more profound question “What did you do?”