Consider me a man of fun
For that is what I want for you.
I’m not just me I’m not just one
I may be many far more than two
I don’t want you to see the truth
To see too far into my soul
To see and recognise
The faltering behind my eyes
The little boy just standing bare
The one who is and isn’t there
We can be so many different people, a mirror reflects our eyes that shine with our souls buried so deep back to the start of our journey! Beautiful write!
The truly you is your soul...you can close your eyes my friend but you will cant erase the images that was play on your mind....Whatever you are not someone to make fun but the person who has fun heart to see no sad or bad...I think we all still assuming ourself as a lil child, we still need to learn a lot, agree? ? ? times to see the good in front of u my friend! _Unwritten Soul
I don’t want you to see the truth To see too far into my soul It seems few desire to look into their own souls and even less see into the souls of others. Why? Eyes of God To see men, with eyes of God the heart of man, is truly a sorrowful terrible thing. Copyright © Terence George Craddock
'The faltering behind my eyes The little boy just standing bare' Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Bob. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.