Poem
I found this in a text file on my hard drive whilst looking for something else:
I was going to write poem,
With lots of words and lines,
It would have been so, so funny,
With ingenious poignant rhymes.But by the time I reached line five,
It was going somewhat askew,
To express some heartfelt feeling,
I really should have just started anew.In the end I kept on going,
Perhaps the next line would reveal,
That all important statement,
about how I really feel.Throughout all this typing,
In a scattered mannered way,
I had desperately been trying,
To find something real to say.In my heart there dwells a substance,
Of Great Value in my sight,
Sometimes it seems to flicker,
But still a constant shining light.In letters and words,
There is meaning and feeling,
Between syllables and sentences,
There is honest revealing.In jovial rhyming nonsense,
I place some thoughts sincere,
A safety net of language,
To express the thoughts I fear.This four-lined text admission,
Of love, of hurt, of shame,
Is an outlet of my feelings,
Of fear, despair and blame.Within these last few lines,
There’s a line I need to add,
“This means I really love you”
And now to send this to my Dad.
