I’m not old, <br />But I’ve still accumulated <br />A lifetime of mistakes. <br /> <br />I’m not mean, <br />But I’ve still failed <br />To learn <br />The art of kindness. <br /> <br />I’ve enjoyed sex, <br />But still have not yet <br />Truly made love <br />To a woman. <br /> <br />I’ve said prayers <br />In cathedrals and shrines, <br />But have not talked to God <br />In the quiet place <br />Of my heart. <br /> <br />I’ve gazed at words <br />On the written page, <br />Held dictionaries <br />In my hand, <br />But I’ve still not written <br />The honest poem <br />Of the soul. <br /> <br />Time slips away <br />And there are <br />Important things <br />I must still learn and do.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honest-poem-of-the-soul/
