Friday, August 17, 2012


You don’t know me.
So, please, don’t be nice-
I am strong, but I’ve been known to fade.
And you don’t know me.
I am comfortable standing in the shade.

There’s no need for cruelty.
So, please don’t be nice.
You don’t know the half of it-
Even if you know about ‘fire’ and ‘ice’.

You don’t know me.
But, do sit down. Have a cigar.
Talk to me. You can tell me who you are.
But please don’t move your finger-
I am used to it being on that trigger.

You don’t know me.
And we never share a seat.
Though I am not sure you want to-
But I would have loved to chat a bit.

You never knew me.
So off you go- hop, skip and jump.
And I will catch just one more glimpse of that smile.
But, don’t worry. Nothing will be owed-
When you walk your perfect mile.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As always, very strong, subtle at places, and very beautiful Sam.

I loved the effects of paradox that some of words create juxtaposed against one another. The following couplet is a touch of class:

"There’s no need for cruelty.
So, please don’t be nice."