I almost wrote her a poem
Then I laid my pen away
Beware! The World may judge
Wise Reason will say
What care I for the comment of
Conventional fools and lauded clowns
Instinct or impulse, what's their differ?
Am I the jester, now out of bounds?
I almost wrote her a poem
I hid my thoughts instead
For fear of perhaps exposing
Long broken works of this head
What cares my heart for reasons
Nor experience and age
I have a lifetime ago forgotten
How to follow life's page
I almost wrote her a poem
Yet I bound these hands
And tied up my thoughts
Lest she understand.
And yet I believe she may.
One of these days.
Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 10:11 PM UTC
I almost wrote her a poem
Then I laid my pen away
Beware! The World may judge
Wise Reason will say
What care I for the comment of
Conventional fools and lauded clowns
Instinct or impulse, what's their differ?
Am I the jester, now out of bounds?
I almost wrote her a poem
I hid my thoughts instead
For fear of perhaps exposing
Long broken works of this head
What cares my heart for reasons
Nor experience and age
I have a lifetime ago forgotten
How to follow life's page
I almost wrote her a poem
Yet I bound these hands
And tied up my thoughts
Lest she understand.
And yet I believe she may.
One of these days.
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