Who I am is not proven
By words, sweet and tender
But its truth is spoken
By what I surrender
Who I am is not stated
By wealth or by price
But its truth is meted
By what I sacrifice
Who I am is not shared
By prideful boast
But its truth is declared
By what I serve most
The clock does not tally
Achievements and such
It unfurls a Ballet
Of taste, treasure, touch
Who I am is not hidden
The hour will prove
As choice becomes action
Whom I most love
© Janet Martin
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