A Withered Weak Leaf
For what you loose on your ingratiating smiles,
for carnal pleasure or for entry in my heart?
I'm not clever to know, a woman's wiles
If grief comes, I'll show it in my face with art.
I won't fail to praise the voice of my sweet bird
as her words send a nice touch to my heart's strings.
Her music rings in the ears of this nerd
and to my tired limbs speed and strength it brings.
You play with ease on the international turf
and deliver your tainted balls with speed.
I, in the game of manoeuvres, just surf
With trudging walk, I've no hope, you to succeed.
A withered leaf can't the branch firmly hold
to grip your hand with confidence, I'm not bold.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Some women offer ingratiating smiles but they don't say in open what they want. Confuse the man and make him mad.