The Man I Wish To Be Poem by Joanna Amiteye
The Man I Wish To Be
Ask me, what I wish to be,
To answer - I would say to you
I wish to be the pride and pleasure of my father,
The delight and desire of my mother.
Trust me, I wish to be the joy and hope of my family.
So say to my father, not to give up on me.
Declare to my mother, not to have any bitter regrets.
Truly, day after day to their woes, I increase.
And the incessant moments of heartbreaks, I acknowledge.
For far too countless times are the broken promises and unheeded cautions.
Though still fresh are the heartaches and disappointments;
Yet, with shame, I dare to implore their mercy.
Tell them both to end their grieving.
For I'm on the road to Damascus.
Like Paul, my conversion is imminent.
A refined poetic imagination, Joanna. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Yet, with shame, I dare to implore their mercy. Tell them both to end their grieving. For I'm on the road to Damascus. Like Paul, my conversion is imminent. beautiful comparison with St. Paul and his life and conversion and commitment. love this poem. tony
You have one advantage over Paul; you recognize your Faulty life and seems willing to shut the door against it unlike Paul who did not. Yet he was converted so your conversion is imminent.
A well conceived and nicely texted piece. Deep disturbing feelings written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing Joanna.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Encouragement and acceptance move in parallel way. An interesting poem is brilliantly penned here.10
Thank you Kumarmani.