Ian Keenan


Of You - Poem by Ian Keenan

Asked to talk of you
I find little to say.
Not that you are perfect,
Grumbling as you do
Sometimes
For unknown reasons,
Fearing at times my capabilities,
At times questioning the worth
Of my endeavours.

But neither dead planets nor stars
Describe a Universe
And, being no Einstein,
I remain silent.

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Comments about Of You by Ian Keenan

  • (10/16/2016 9:12:00 AM)


    Not too sure what to make of this one, very enigmatic. Who is the You, a wife, a lover? (Report) Reply

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (1/6/2016 5:29:00 AM)


    Fearing at times my capabilities,
    At times questioning the worth
    Of my endeavours. Be determined and you will succeed. thank you for this nice poem. tony
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015



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