Comments Inbox
| |
About This Poem
A Man Named Frank
What is it about this complex man
who tugs at our hearts with the words he writes
Not just his poems, but his compassion
How many times I’ve had a lump in my throat
From what he wrote… and a tear in my eyes
When I saw what I read between the lines
Then sometimes, I don’t understand
Off-beat humor, sometimes I don’t get it
He pushes it as far as he can get away with
But still somehow charming in his own special way
Bringing smiles… and sometimes dismay
(Nothing wrong with a grin on an ordinary day)
I know its hard to really know
Anyone deep down inside
Sometimes we can't see past the walls
But if we could just look deep inside
And see what he’s careful about letting show
I think we all might be surprised
But I know I’m not the only one
Who sees him and can realize
His care and compassion, and his eye
for beauty, in poetry and fragile lives
There's something about this complex man
and Frankly, my dear… I do give a damn
|
|
|