This is my first real attempt at poetry other than the occasional silly limerick or
nonsensical haiku, and it shows. I'm sure any thinking poetry teacher would fail me,
but I like it. I hope it gives you some measure of enjoyment.
Sometimes, I can be unreliable, or unsure,
I've made mistakes that really hurt the people I love,
and I may make more.
But if my sweat and tears mean anything,
then I'll be a better man next day.
Not simply for myself, but for those I left wanting.
My jokes aren't always clever
and my graces - rarely proper,
but I have my soul's allies
ready to help whenever the need so arise.
My poem isn't much but candid,
yet all I could think to give.
It is one lesson my friends taught that will always be vivid,
"To he much is given,
so much is expected."
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