Icebergs

 

Icebergs

 

The tip of the iceberg

Is our social self.

“Good afternoon and how are you?”

 

How little of others we ever see,

In the interests of normality!

 

The fears and hopes we dare not show,

When arranging self for public view,

“Fine, thanks, fine. So good to see you!”

Stay in the ice that lies below.