I have my secrets,
That I will not tell,
For they are mine,
That I would not sell.
Don’t try to second guess,
You’ll get it wrong,
I’m like chess,
And I can’t wait long.
Reserved and silent,
I’ll sometimes be,
Myself to myself,
For you don’t know me.
Like an isle,
Far from land,
With tiny bridges,
Built of sand.
You don’t know me.
© Michael Woods July 31st 2009
I hope a beautiful young princess gets to know you well. Pamela's right you are a good poet. Bob
The first and last stanza are my fave..you are a very good poet.10+
Hello Michael, it's nice to 'meet' you. This is a nice reflective poem. It's difficult, writing about one's self - I know, I've tried it - but you've done well at it. Well done. Warmest regards, CJ Heck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write... the way you express yourself is really good... you can almost hear the emotion...10+