So

the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the fence...

So....

 

you want to know what makes me tick...

what makes my world go round...

and understand just why it is

I am the way you’ve found...

 

you want to know my source of pain...

what make my eyes shed tears?

be careful what you wish for, pal...

for me, it’s taken years...

 

my faults are finely crafted ones...

I’ve honed then to an edge...

amazing how much world you see

out standing on this ledge...

 

a fool with fears and phobias

stands right in front on you...

you want to turn out perfectly?

don’t do the things I do...

 

a little of this and some of that...

wrong choices here and there...

and pain...just add a hunk or two...

a daub of “I don’t care!”

 

just “gee” a bit instead of “haw”...

risk all...don’t play it safe...

bet all you love and “let it ride”...

get hurt? just let it chafe...

 

just put yourself above all else

and hide your fears inside...

pretending  everything’s OK...

deny because of pride...

 

you want to have me figured out?

to know just how I work?

you really want to be like me?

then buddy... you’re a jerk...

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

the rhyme of an ancient 'merrier'

[Cherrie Palmer]

..my faults are finely crafted ones... brilliant line, loved the poem