Poem For Her Ears

The poem ‘I Hope This Poem Can, What I Can’t’ Was a heartfelt attempt at closure, If I knew where, I’d send it in an instant. Someone knows how to deliver, for sure. But I fear it’s not what they want, ‘Cause they had plans for my soul’s future, And I told them, “I have doubts, go pound sand!” Miffed and upset, anyone might deny a wound suture. I’m sorry to disappoint, but I had to be a man. If you had a missive that could possibly cure, Wouldn’t you make sure it got to the correct hand?