Honest
what is it to be
honest to tell it like it is...for you your truth
it is the only way
to write the only way to be get down and dirty
get the grim in your
knuckles reaching for the truth each moment of each
day
the bell rings
clear it is in every aspect of my life work and play
when i say how are
you yes i really want to know
when i tell you i've
messed things up that is exactly what i have done
is it dishonest when we do things by mistake
perhaps the brain is
going soft & soon we will be led around by a nurse
but not today i
still make choices but maybe more mistakes
there will be a
day i can give up responsibility for mistakes
but until then i
will still have to explain as best i can my honest mistakes
April 14, 2015
3 comments:
I love "get the grim in your knuckles". Good poem, Annell. I resonate with the gradual decline of brain-power, but thank God, for today we're still creating!
This is so beautiful.... it provoked my thought process :)
Loved it!
xoxo
Sigh...the honest mistakes we've all made.
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