Treasure Island

Edgar Rendon Eslit

(August 21,1971 / Iligan City)

Why Not Only Me?


Why not only me?
Why couldn't I be the only one?
If you have ‘no’ as an answer
Then, but only then,
Could it be another one?
If I’m not the only one
Will it be anyone?
Should there be another one?
Who’s the other one?
Why not only me?

Intrepid time
hid seasons for reasons

Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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  • Ida Werrett (8/18/2007 12:50:00 AM)

    Hi Edgar,
    Ida Werrett here, Thanks for the welcome. I have read and enjoyed your poems.
    You do quite well for one so young. I'm so tired of reading silly, romantic foolishness written by love sick teenagers. I'm afraid there isn't much real talent out there but I'm glad people keep trying. I think tou have potential.
    Ida (Report) Reply

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