He was gnarled like a hunk of driftwood that had traveled to a far shore,

Only to return to where it had grown long before

On The Outside

Nothing’s like it seems
On the outside it may be pink
Though inside it may be blue
Outside and in
Are

On the outside there's a smile,
shared to lighten up their load;
thankful to be blessed with them,
and all the love they've

You don't judge the book by its covers
Nor do you hate the rose because of the thorns
Pineapple looks rugged, but sweet it

Poetry: On the outside

Feel like I'm on the outside, lookin' in.
I don't feel like I belong at times,
feelin' left out.
Standin'