by Glen Martin Fitch
For all the times
I made you ill at ease,
for all the times
I showed up unannounced,
for all the foolish things
I did to please you,
all those times
you felt your boundaries trounced,
I want to thank you all.
You were so kind.
You tried to firmly stop me
at the start.
You showed how much you cared
as you declined to match my efforts,
take my willing heart.
You would not
let me cheat myself,
divert you efforts
that I sought to misconstrue.
So easily you could have
used or hurt me.
(You know
I'd have let you do it too)
For stares,
unwanted words,
my many tries at closeness,
I hereby apologize.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011