Living a Naked Life

I was born in a blizzard many years ago,

A fact that does not make a nudist, you know,

But I wasn’t born with clothes on, a fact that is clear,

So, the fight of my life has been a thing that I fear.

For when you are naked and wearing no clothes,

The world can attack you, to danger exposed.

No armor gives you safety or turns away stabs.

And nothing protects you from wicked Life’s jabs.

The world can now see you with its angry-eyed glare,

And no secrets will keep you from judgments unfair.

I was born in a blizzard and now I am old

But now when I’m naked I’m not immune to the cold.

But I have seen people who love to be naked,

And smiles on bare faces are never quite faked.

They face life and nature without any clothes

And even are claiming they feel not exposed.

And I would live that way without any fears,

And I have missed out on many nude years,

Hiding and abiding in closets with tears,

Is not who I will be as the Grim Reaper nears.