Who?

Who?

Enjoying of life
both great and little
who takes in the lost
the torn and the broken
and hopes to help
in some small way.
Like the river
whose gentle nature
is sometimes
often times
taken for granted
to the advantages
of those willing
to cheat, lie, and steal
but strong enough
to rise again
and when broken from its banks
a leveller
and force to be reckoned
unwilling to conform
and yet the view is ductile
a metal in the forge
waiting to be formed
the clay that becomes the vessel
perfect for herself
yet inherently flawed
even after firing
by the kiln called life
Poor but rich
Young but old
Friends of many
Loving of many
but a Lover of only one
Both seeking of counsel
and counselor to be sought
and constantly judged
under the undying scrutiny
of society's ever-changing eye
perusing the wares
and looking for what
it considers the best
She may not pass muster
in the view of the many
but know this
My eyes pass the mirror
and gaze intently
and see nothing
but myself.