If I Was First Poem by Wilfred Mellers

If I Was Frist
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, October 13,2015

Always the one that is cursed
Nothing satisfies my mounting thirst
Dove into the shallow end head first
Underwater, head held totally submersed

Only if I had met you first
Times so tender conversated
Time yield feelings I've nursed
Heartbroken I am so well versed

Highway has driven foot firmly on the gas
Screaming out loud fill with sass
Mind focused on uncommon task
Sadness I wear behind a smiling mask
Bitter the plum from a soured flask
Fools bake in the sun they basque
Only if you would've only asked
Sadly those days are committed to past

As sand cascades through the hour-glass
Medals worn by soldiers of silver and brass
A Priest gives sermon at Friday's mass
The warrior watches the growing grass

Mine eyes do not cry as the day bids goodbye
Humble and yet still ever so shy
Open I should have kept my third eye
Never I found reasons or understood why

Crown held high pointed to the sky
Never ever needed an alibi
Never perfect but to you I will not lie
For your fulfillment, I duly try

As time passes I push up my glasses
Thoughts linger for nothing surpasses
In shallow streams I've tried to fish
If only I had just that one wish

Yet how I yearn to taste your lips
Cartwheels I would turn into back flips
You are that banquet I would never skip
For you are the author and I the script

Empty is the glass from which I sip
Often told to get a grip
Always ready for my next road trip
This captain will never abandon ship