PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

how far it seems I've traveled on such a short yet

bumpied road

looking for exactly who knows what or whom

but to grace my lonely little abode

I once had myself a lovely prince of a man to call my own

but before my guileless eyes he turned into a stone cold toad

I thought at twenty I knew all the right answers to love's big question

but my system shut down when I neglectfully let it over load

and now as I listen to my memories yet spoken out with breath in my

lungs so shallow and quick

I now sadly realize how he fooled me with his quick

lightness of heart trick

I know the words they are like my best friends in the

subtlest sense

I am able to increase level and volume in writing of thought

where others fall far short of being dense

this is my special way of getting the essential part  

of me back

its hardest for myself to understand but still I keep

the preface up by keeping personal track

I hardly recognize what few talents I genuinely have

I'm only able to quickly point out what I lack

to have such a grand mind yet a lousy short term memory

you see, I can't see the vastness of the forest

but for all of just one pitiful tree

don't worry your head much though over what it is

you don't see

because that last comment doesn't make all too much

sense either to method minder me..........

(written Sept 17,1991 pm)