LETTERS TO THE POETS WE LIKE

LETTERS TO THE POETS WE LIKE The first and last poem that you wrote A limerick indeed, but it was just for me In response to a poem I wrote about you In many ways it was intended to be true About style and substance one may see But your view of me, a handwritten note Almost tongue in cheek, words were kind On a scrap of paper in scribbled longhand My poem about you was more of a sonnet For a quarter hour, my sole focus was on it Hoping that you would at least understand Not just about image, but also your mind Yet in the end I believe, a fair exchange We are just friends, and good company Meeting by accident on most occasions Yet always maintaining friendly relations It’s tit for tat, but with a smile you see For those not poetical, seen as strange