Forgive me; did I say something wrong,
Your countenance has changed; no smile.
Pushed now to a depth, I don’t belong.
Your plaything, for just a fleeting while.
Long gone, your voice of lovebird song;
When you would go that extra mile
Was I born to be your sounding gong,
Rasping at my inner soul, metal to a file.
Why did it end; did I do something wrong.
Good write Alf, it flows gently and keeps the readers interest until the very end, 10 for this Lynda xx
Sad, but I have been there. This poem reminds me of Jaryd's poem 'The Small Print'. You are very good. Are these all the poems you have written or only those you have published? Regards Dee
Everyone's swansong, But you my friend could never do something wrong.
I do like this Alf, it applies to so many of us 'Pushed to a depth, I don’t belong', how many have asked this question? . .Happy Easter weekend to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful piece Alf...liking it very much thank you....10