My Feeble Heart Poem by Dan Michaelson

My Feeble Heart

Rating: 5.0


What can I do with this feeble heart
My plans are true, then fall apart
The course is plain for all to see
Except that one, that one who’s me

I think I’m doing what I should do
Not thinking of how, or what, or who
For those who care about my turn
Instead of being a source of concern

Sometimes I think that I am right
To do what’s good in my minds sight
But those who are the ones I love
I sometimes think of me above

To look inside is such a gift
But seeing clear is better if
You use the glasses of other eyes
And see my warts that I despise

A love lost when, does it matter now
That I was wrong with tattered brow
I must affix a bandage to this man so tart
And make amends for my feeble heart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Dan Michaelson

Dan Michaelson

Southern California
Close
Error Success