You old fool
Dying not knowing
Dying not knowing
I loved you.
I never told you
Cause I wanted
More from you,
More attention
And tenderness,
More of what
My father
Never told me,
My mother
Never gave me,
More arms
Wrapping me
When I was
Most unlovable.
What I missed
I wanted most, and
What I wanted most,
I could not give.
How unfair to you.
How cold you must
Have thought me.
Richard,
ReplyDeleteI really like the rhythm and flow of this poem. You have said so much in so few words. I'm envious!