A short poem

It's been years Since I tried to write something in verse

Which seeks to express how I'm feeling

Or what I am not feeling


I received a package last year, of poems and such from my youth

I wasn't so embarrassed as amused

At what a young man felt

Or thought he felt, and tried to put down

On the page


A singer with four strings

I find it hard to write the words these days

Yet my head is full of them

Just waiting to come out