It's funny how why
As a boy they said I was shy
No one ever did try
To take that away from my self
I was me and no one else
I saw the world as a frame of fear
Everyone a giant and not so dear
They were just there and I was here
And no one patted my shoulder
To make a really big world smaller
As I grew bigger I found love in a red head
I was crazy for what she did and said
But shy as I was I lost her instead
and now that we're older, she thinks I'm a stalker
When all I think of is talk to her
Over a coffee, catch a glimpse of what I lost
Because of me being shy, I simply tossed
What would've been the best part of my life
Then the shy bit cut my life like a knife
Because in business shy is exchanged for bold
Just like the young enters and out with the old
I speak and my eyes freeze because my blood runs cold
So many years I'm used to just being told
And I can't escape a past that's in loop holes
Why does shy such a doubt let dole
Why is it not a double light saber that kills
The bullies who take this as permit to impose their will
Or digs up the dreams and helps be fulfilled
I, for one, have had my fill
Still,
On to my old age I travel
And I carry shy on my saddle
I still look for the one who can straddle
This blessed curse of mine and do battle
Side by side smiling to friends or foes
I need someone to understand how it rose
How it goes, how it slows,
Who won't propose to see a thorn
In that Rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still, On to my old age I travel And I carry shy on my saddle I still look for the one who can straddle This blessed curse of mine and do battle Side by side smiling to friends or foes I need someone to understand how it rose How it goes, how it slows, Who won't propose to see a thorn In that Rose.... nice theme. Beautiful poem. Rhanks for sharing.