Centre Of Attention (Fun Poem 41) Poem by David Harris
Centre Of Attention (Fun Poem 41)
You will find wherever you go
someone who wants to be
the centre of attention.
Personally, it is not a road
I want to go down.
Myself I would rather be the shrinking violet,
the one sat on the shelf.
Unfortunately, the more I try to hide,
the more obvious I become.
Therefore, I am marched down to centre stage,
so someone can have some fun,
but as I am a fun loving person,
I'll play along with them.
I don’t mind being the stooge,
whom they can poke fun at.
After all, I’m only a short six foot three inches tall.
Therefore, they have a little bit to poke fun at.
Then the people start laughing,
well let me tell you now.
Laughter is magic to my ears,
it mean people are happy,
and I like that sound,
even if they are laughing at me.
Laughter is good medicine;
it helps so many lose their blues.
Therefore, if I get called upon,
to a place I don’t want to be,
so long as someone gets a laugh,
that is all that matters to me.
That's me, i have not got a shy bone in me, i used to be but now life is to short so laugh at me... David..10
Many of our greatest comics are introverts who flower in the spotlight of an audience. I suspect you may share some of their reticence (and their talent perhaps) . Written with honesty and sensitivity, this poem tells us a lot about you David - especially your wonderful sense of humour. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/12/2024 3:27:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't let anyone make a fool of your loving and caring heart David...If about IP's, many are being affected...list is a crock and being hacked and not by the site...safeguard your words and you are fortunate that you can take the abuse...Laughter is great medicine for the soul, that is, until it destroys and virtually robs one of their identity.....such a pity, for than, words from others are lost as one by one they leave...and, I don't mean to retire and then return six times in that many months....love to you, mm.xox