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NOTHING
I once asked you
To write me a poem
You said you cannot find
The words that would rhyme
I replied,
It doesn’t matter if it
Shall not rhyme at all.
I asked you instead
To sing me a lovesong
You said you can never
Carry a tune
I replied,
It doesn’t matter if it
Shall sound like a gong.
Everything went still
As it dawned on me
I wept for I was blind to see
You have nothing
To write
You have no song
To sing.
Uh? Souless.... some people don't have inspirations but soon or later comes. It is kind of sad this poem, not because how is written, I meant what it says.
I am glad I am not that person.I have met some who are though .they seem to walk with their face to the ground.You have put this very simply but effectively.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.