Take me in your arms, please hold me
I don't see me very much. You do I bet
I am still the young man who you once met
Hidden away by the long passage of creeping time
That has eaten away my image; a kind of caustic lime
Take me in your arms, oh please hold me
Even now I really do feel the same
Although that might sound a little lame
I would love to find a way to ensure that, by me, you are told
That I still feel the same; but I wonder if I could ever be so bold
Oh, take me in your arms and just hold me
My reflection chases me back into my shell
And I'm afraid that has become my very own little hell
From where I peer over my defensive wall
When in reality I want to give you my all
So I wonder if you would take me in your arms
I wonder if you would hold me
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Hi John,
ReplyDeleteA very emotive poem. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Kind wishes, Gary.
Cheers Gary
ReplyDeleteHi:)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully worded poem.
It is true that as we grow older, doubts assail us and we need somebody's love and assurance to give us the bearing and confidence.
Even if we are old externally and we can't move with the same speed and agility with which we moved once upon a time, we are still young at heart and nothing changes inside us.
We need the love, assurance and support of others such as our family and friends to give us the courage and strength to carry on.
These are some thoughts that came to my mind on reading your well thought out, well worded, excellent poem.
Have a lovely day,
Joseph
Thank you for that Joseph.
ReplyDeleteI like the look of your blog.
Thanks George. You comment slipped in without me seeing it. Had a look at the 'Love Poem' site. Looks good.
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