Is It Enough Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

She asked, What was I sad about?
Why am I sad? Let me count the ways
There is an undercurrent
Of sadness in me
It is like a tide that ebbs and flows
Most days I am good at hidin' it
I've shared some of the sadness with you
And it means so much to me
That you were there and that you listened
I wish I could share it all with you
But that is my flaw, perhaps fatal,
I do not have the strength to go there

The poet Vita Sackville-West said
That some men make good lovers
And some men make good husbands
To that I would add;
And if a man is a good lover,
He should never ever get married
It is plainly evident
That I am not the marryin' kind
And that makes me sad
I am sad that the love I have known
Was fleeting and not lasting
I am sad that I told you goodbye

I am sad that my mother
Was crazy
And that I can't forgive her
I am sad about lies that were told
And the lives that were troubled
By my actions and my inactions
I am sad that you have known sadness
Sad that I could not save you from that
But the sadness absolutely makes
Better poetry
So that is what I hang my hat on
And I hope, that is enough

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