Piece Of Mind Poem by Sean Tyacke

Do you know or understand,
What it is that makes the man?
It’s more than flesh, blood and bone.
It’s a woman to love and call his own.

A politician, or playwright,
Or conquering hero
I might be.
And in truth, all I would wish for is thee.

A millionaire, or billionaire
With property from sea to shinning sea
This to, I might be.
And in truth all I would want for is thee.

Yet surely has fate conspired,
To shatter and steal from me, my hearts one desire.
And here I sit like a little boy.
Crying amid the wreckage of a favourite toy,
Trying to find the pieces.
Trying to find the pieces of my mind.
Tying to find peace of mind.

© Sean R Tyacke,1990