"I Whittle"
Over 600 poems,
And I find I've not the words.
That I can rightly say,
What needs be heard.
Not be too forward,
Not be too absent.
Not say something,
You'll resent.
Say to much,
Say to little.
A piece of reality,
I whittle.
I want to say the right things,
I don't want to say them wrong.
Because I know that if I do,
You'll be gone.
d
05 12 08
And I find I've not the words.
That I can rightly say,
What needs be heard.
Not be too forward,
Not be too absent.
Not say something,
You'll resent.
Say to much,
Say to little.
A piece of reality,
I whittle.
I want to say the right things,
I don't want to say them wrong.
Because I know that if I do,
You'll be gone.
d
05 12 08
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