Tinted Glasses Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

Tinted Glasses



Oh, to take root in this field full of voices
This sea full of random dreams,
To anxiously lay down my tattered old memories,
It is not quite so easy it seems.

If you'd just let me sit in the shadowy corner
In awe of the masters at play,
I promise I won't ever challenge your egos
Or question a word that you say.

What if I promise to say you are gifted
With skills I should never desire.
Would you then let me into your tight little circle
Or scorch me with more of your fire.

I came here in silence, my life at your table
All secrets within your clear view.
The superior, back-handed welcome you offered
Was a measure of myself or you?

Instead I will wander these fields now so freely
And try to find words I can share,
For each one reviewing out there in denial
There are thousands of souls who do care.

So be off with your books and your high brow delusions
Your belief you are better than I
For my words are not thrown down in perfect alignment
But ride with me until I die.

At last to the place I originally intended
Hidden there just behind you
I'll go off and unload this mind full of visions
In company far greater. Adieu!

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