Me, The Fool Poem by Phil Soar

I'd had my eye on you since infant school
I never told you that I was a fool
But since we met in later years, and life has been unkind
I though I better speak to you, and get things off my mind

I didn't have the benefit of knowing you too well
And hadn't thought that you would tell me I should go to hell
So all those years of foolishness, began to fade away
I stood there, as the fool I was, with nothing more to say