Production

Had I but time to tell you what I feel
I have the words, but they don't coincide.
And I lack instantaneous appeal
Although I will admit that I have tried.
Of course this poem takes no time for me
And thereby might be burdened with my heart,
Yet poems should be read ironically
For truth and they are often miles apart.
Therefore I have no messenger to you
Nor time, nor circumstance myself to say
The words of my emotion, or to sue
In any helpful or productive way.
And since I cannot trust myself in rhyme
And cannot find it, I must make, the time.