I'm not sure why
No rationale
But today I felt inclined
To tell those who are dear to me
How I felt
From deep inside
It's difficult
Because there are those
Who mean an awful lot
Who don't know that
I'd include them
On my list quite near to the top.
So like the coward
that I am
ill tell no one directly
Instead I'll post
This poem here
Anonymous, discretely.
There are those who are obvious
like family
and mates
Who I love without condition
See a lot of
And that's great
But they know,
Or I hope they do
How important that they are.
It's not to them
I'm talking really
It's to those who are more afar.
To those I'd not dare tell how much
They're existence
As part of my life
Helps every day
Enabling me
To get through trouble and strife
To those who only touched my life
Fleetingly, and are
Now gone
They are a part of who I was
And who I am
As I move on
To those who are on the fringes,
Who I know
But don't know really
I have a great relationship
As I can talk
Very clearly
I've great affection
For the people whom
I've loosely labeled here
I hope you know
If you are one
And hold me equally dear
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