Monday, January 24, 2011

Foul Is

My dearest wishes, if I uttered them,
Would make me too embarrassed to go on.
It's not that I would utterly condemn
Them to eternal silence, but their spawn
Might make them worthy to be so put off.
Of course, I'm never certainly I could doff
Those deep desires, but it's worth a try,
Or worth at least pretending they aren't there.
I'm not a very forward kind of guy,
So that, at least, is easy. I can spare
An hour or two each day to contemplate
Them in my solitude, but need not share
Their presence with the world. If that's my fate,
It's not the worst that it could be. That's fair.

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