Michael Ainsley Poet Blank verse

To Honest For Your Own Good

To honest for your own good Mary  I kept saying                                                                                    Remember Fort Gordon when you flew in for the weekend                                                                          I met you at the Airport on crutches                                                                                                 Losing a leg in V.N. was almost worth it to see the look of love in your eyes                                   For the way you almost nocked me down with our first hug                                                            Then when we tried to rent a car                                                                                                             The sales man asked "Are you married?"                                                                                                  In unison we answered                                                                                                                   I said yes and you said no                                                                                                                   And the salesman said "Come back when you make up your mind                                                  I loved you so much that day                                                                                                                                     You and your inconvenient truth my love                                                                                              You and your inconvenient truth

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Robin Davis October 9, 2013 at 10:10 PM This is a heartfelt and emotional write. You took the reader on a journey of your heart and soul. nice job

Vince Suzadail Jr. June 24, 2013 at 7:01 PM A kind of melancholy bittersweet write. Those days brought memories that this young generation now will never understand nor obtain.

Poet Destroyer A May 21, 2013 at 7:57 PM Hi Michael, sometimes I have a hard time following your poem, because of the pattern. But, by the comments... it is heartfelt.... thank you ..Linda

Therese Bacha May 16, 2013 at 9:37 PM Whoa Michael, you are so deep and truthful, and i am so sorry for the misfortune of your leg. But still i feel a young man so strong, and always ready to keep going. Remember me and old friend writes, Life is still beautiful, its a donation form God. We have to live it. Terry xo