I lead a child by the finger <br />And the on others <br />I make love to a queen <br />And in the end <br />What leaves me is but a dream <br />A wish so it seems <br />How can I not care <br />Or not at all <br />I list a worth <br />And end with nothing <br />I step up to look down <br />But see no edge <br />Its simple to say <br />My lines are drawn even <br />The colours do not mix <br />Days are clear <br />Words easy <br />Yet I say <br />So what do I say <br />See me stand <br />About me is all <br />Existence is small <br />My queen is calling <br />My child tugs at my finger <br />I have lost out <br />Yet.. so I say <br />See me stand <br />For there <br />At the edge <br />No depth is seen <br />So simple in words <br />The meaning is stranger <br />The portrait in complete <br />All to see <br />Appreciate me <br />I have not finished yet <br />But done sometimes it seems<br /><br />Asadullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-times-i-feel-a-clich/
