When I was born
And when you were too
Some sounds were uttered
Then given to you
You held on tight
Still do to this day
To that utterance
Which you portray
The sound is not unique
To you or another
Yet it's certainly yours
To be learnt to a lover
These sounds are you
Pick you out from crowds
Yet mean nothing more
Than what you allow
They are arbitrary
But that doesn't mean
They can't be you
Who you are, who you've been
Did you stop to wonder
To if you had different sounds?
Would you be the same
If that different you were found?
It matter not
For you are simply you
But it's also fact
Your name is you too.
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http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2015/07/names.html
