This poem was selected to be read at the Cheltenham Festival of Literature.
[For the musical accompaniment to this poem, see "Songs without words" in my Selected Poems]"
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"Things aren't always what they seem, and the same goes for people."
It's a commonly held belief.
a theory by many supposed,
that inside every fat person
there's a thin person enclosed.
And it's often been said before
(though that doesn't make it less truth)
that inside many a middle-aged man
beats the heart of a passionate youth.
A girl with the plainest exterior
may be blessed with a soul of great beauty,
while one who appears just a butterfly
may deep down be a slave to her duty.
But here is another hypothesis
I'd respectfully like to suggest,
(if no-one has any objection)
that might take up its place with the rest.
If I'd courage to match my conviction
I might stand on the table and shout,
but it's this - Inside every introvert
there's an extrovert trying to get out.