They're Totally Different

A roly-poly, a pill bug,
Looking like any of its kind
Meanders through dry pine needles

In the corner of the garden
I have borrowed from a few banks.

Pill bugs have more independence,

Are more individual than
I, any human, can pretend.

A tiny child called my daughter

Applies sand as pretend makeup
With which to rouge my wooly cheeks.
Cute, eh? Small lives like mine sometimes

Tend to look that way. "We should get
A scrabble table to keep right here,"
Says the child's mother. Looks that way.