A Sorrowful Poem


“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem”
— David Carradine


A Sad poem I am
full of unrealized dreams
and strange longings
My rhythm sucks
and there is little reason
let alone rhyme.
There were a few verses about love once
but they got written over
by frustration
The angry words were in turn
never entered
left in foggy resentment.
Sorrow, regret are just words
with resonance that go far too deep
A spiritual ode
weaves in and out
as does humour (on the wane of late)
I know the poet well
and perhaps he can be persuaded
to turn this poem around
yet for now his pen lies at rest.
— G A Rosenberg


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