Flushed
Flushed
by randy guilhas
I always wished I was a poet
and could write some famous lines
wrapped around some stately words
with rhythm, truth and rhyme
But it seems I got no depth of heart
like Whitman, Frost or Poe
no pain to guide my empty pen
no metaphor, no flow
My penmanship is lacking
my grammar ain’t so great
I wish I’d been astute in school
instead of so sedate
But my soul still had a yearnin’
to pen my deepest thoughts
just couldn’t seem to round ‘em up
from where they last was lost
And then I got to thinkin’
it ain’t much what gets said
a poet can’t be famous
lest he gets his poems read
So I resigned my aspirations
and lowered all my goals
and found my inspiration
from the shallows of my soul
From Frisco to Manhattan
from Superior to Rio Grande
you’ll recognize my musings
once you understand
I’m the under-cover poet
who found his beckoned call
my masterpieces proudly penned
on every bathroom wall
So when you’re out a travelin’
if you stop to take a ….peek
you’ll not only be enlightened
you’ll get a front row seat
And though I won’t be famous
when I die I’ll just be dead
But I’ll be the readest poet
that ever has been read
©2002 rguilhas
By KnightWriter
© 2008 KnightWriter
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