A Poem about Poems - Gord - Aspoet


2021-02-18 02:24 am
Smaller seaming,
Because he was younger,
and brimming, not breaming,
Avoided ringing doorbells,
Wrote love poems,
Fell for risks too far,
Bridge too tall an order,
Gambles on goon squads,
Heart, drawn and quartered,
Imagine waking to find that normal.

If life was dimming,
And one finds a switch,
Would you first turn it off
Or just turn up and live?
If I started singing,
Same time swinging my arms, 
Nobody listens,
Not even to turn me off.