My little brown friend.
You are dressed so neatly.
Oh, you mean this shirt? It's the only one I own.
But you value what you have. That is good.
I don't ask for a lot.
And your shoes. They're worn, but well maintained. You've had them resoled, haven't you?
Why, yes, I have. They're a perfectly good pair of shoes.
This fills me with a warm feeling. I appreciate your humble, thrifty goodness.
Sometimes, I think, what if things were different? What if I were tall and fair? What if I could laugh nonchalantly the way those tall fair people do, with their witty asides? What if I had that unimpeachable accent? What if I could wear roll turtlenecks?
But you don't let it get you down.
No, I don't. I remind myself to be happy with what I have. I shine my shoes. I smile a lot, hoping other people will smile back.
That's the way.
Sometimes, I wonder what I am.
You're just a man, trying to do his job, trying to get by, playing by the rules.
I suppose you're right. But I feel some days that I've lost my way.
Here. Take this.