Player Poet

Alluring me with your words, you did In bits and littlest tunes, I was in With soft rhymes, I became the theme Each stanza you knitted, I found the answers Lucky me, my cheerfulness exceeded Lucky me, each new composition endeared Lucky me, I was a kid again Running and laughing in the meadows without care But why was the polish so confusing? Why were there more questions than answers? Why were the signs so risky? Why did your massaging arms only leave trauma? Poet's muse not captivating anymore Blinding words, of a poet player