Confessions Of A Five Year Old Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Confessions Of A Five Year Old

Rating: 5.0


Upon the cellar door 
I wrote my name in chalk. 
I scrawled it backwards 
to avoid detection. 
Bored,  
I did it as a game. 
My parents guessed. 
Once more they were annoyed. 
How tempting was 
the dust upon your shelf.
I wrote my name 
without a second thought.
I'm sorry. 
I was only thinking of myself. 
I meant no harm 
nor thought that I'd get 'caught.'
You guessed that was my nasty way  
to say that you're a slob. 
If you did that to me
that's what you'd mean,  
I fear. 
But can't you see
Perhaps my only motive 
was to play?  
No, I'm not minimizing what I did.
It wasn't me!  
That was my inner kid. 

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liliana ~el 18 October 2013

Lovely and fun.

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