Now here’s a short poem <br />that I oft thought of showing. <br />A bit of a lark, <br />or a thing of the dark? <br />Above all an admission of truth. <br /> <br />Now I’ve joined you all here <br />for less than a year. <br />On this journey so dear, <br />of poems diverse and astute. <br />Of feelings sublime that sometimes do rhyme. <br />Of anger and angst, or a grievance to hoot. <br /> <br />Well I have to admit <br />that I sometimes do dream, <br />of the style and the wit, <br />to make you all swoon, and to gasp, <br />with each brilliant line that I’ve writ. <br /> <br />I think to myself in a self centred way, <br />what have I to say that can give, <br />you all an experience, you’ll never forget. <br />A verse so sublime <br />that never with time <br />will it loose its importance. <br />Not even in death! <br /> <br />Well if I find it I’m sure <br />you’ll be the first to endure <br />the full force of its eloquent depth. <br />But until then and for now the best I can do <br />is this sorry attempt, at a poem with serious intent. <br />And if it cannot aspire to set you on fire, <br />I hope that at least you’re content. <br />And perhaps, well maybe, you have to admit, <br />there’s a poem, or two, you wish you had writ.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-admission-of-truth/
