Helen Bingham Poet Rhyme

The Last Words of the Apprentice

Pretend, that I was just a figment

                  of your grand imagination,

That I was never really here

                  for you to laugh, for you to judge.

You know, I’ll never be as brilliant,

                  as your desire and expectation,

But I have no regrets, no fear...
                
                  I’ll disappear, without a grudge.



And you - will never ever find me,

                  but then again, you won’t be looking.

Like me, there are a dime a dozen,

                  you will forget, you will move on.

Still, it was you who first defined me,

                  when I was just a wet-nosed rookie,

Through your attention and your sarcasm.
 
                  I thank you!...as I carry on.


~*~

05.03.2010 




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