Michael Degenhardt Poet Rhyme

Fanta's Eyes (Part 1)

Ken Fanta was just an every day guy,
One you would nod to on the street
He always had a smile, need not ask why.
Someone, all would want to meet. 

He was happily married, with kids in tow.
He considered himself a good man, indeed.
He was never afraid to let feelings show,
Yet, one, you would never see bleed.

See, he was a man who kept things inside.
Who knows if that’s truly good or bad?
Though, he did have a good sense of pride,
Inside, oftentimes, he was sad.

I met him one day, there on the street.
A conversation ensued, to my surprise.
I sensed a disturbance, no longer upbeat,
When I stared into Ken Fanta’s eyes.

He told me a story of passion, I believe,
Not for family, his kids or his wife.
First he had said, he wished not to deceive,
But a love had entered into his life.

He never felt so complete, finally whole,
Until he discovered a world far away.
In life, he discovered his one true role
Of which he partook each day.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment