Merit

I thought, at first, it was all about me
that it was a poem you wanted me to see
reading of the future, the past left behind
once again, silly me, I was reading it blind

I felt confused bout what you were saying
just like always--the meaning you're displaying
always straddling the fence--sitting in the middle
the prose that is penned teeming with riddles

the joke is on me, once again a fool deceived
you sit there rocking and laughing up your sleeve
I give credit where it's due and the poet has merit
no matter who it is for, it's the way you prepare it
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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