by Angela Lansbury
The extravert and the introvert
What are they going to do?
The sooner we know, the better
To predict the links from me to you
Extravert or introvert?
How do you recognize?
Extravert or introvert
Doesn't depend on their size
The extravert laughs loudly
And runs to shake your hand
The extravert's the solo singer
The other hides at the back of the band
When it comes to taking a picture
The introvert plays second fiddle
Takes the photo, stands to the side
The extravert pushes into the front - and the middle!
An introvert wears gray or black
He or she hardly speaks at all
Go and inspect their hand writing
Hard to read, the letters are all - too small
What puzzles analytic me
What's contradictory and strange
Is experience or training
Over years, can make both exchange
I was born a shy, only child
I was an introvert, small girl
Then I grew old, fat and jolly
Strutting and shouting to the world
I stayed alone at home, tearful, alone
I wrote dark thoughts, folded the page
Now I'm smiling and wearing red
Standing and dancing, centre stage
An introvert or extravert
Two striking words which chime and rhyme
Kind extravert meets introvert
Both have their right place and good time.
-ends
Poem by Angela Lansbury. Preview for book edited by Carolyn Street.
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