Interpretation Poem by Shaun Cronick

Perhaps some clever phrase,
Sprinkled with a nuanced word.
Will elevate this plain poem,
To something less absurd.

Familiarity does breed contempt,
So that old wives tale goes.
Good heavens now naked cliche,
This poem lacking new clothes.

I'd better quickly dress it up,
Thin bones seeking poetry flesh.
As this poem's nearly concluded,
With nothing new to express.

But I've already addressed it,
My message with hidden signs.
It's a question of interpretation,
If one reads between its lines.