I have been neither
very successful
nor very good,
and I am more
ordinary than I
would like to think.
This is the truth,
and truth is always
a gift, and I will soon
have a birthday,
so
I arm myself with the truth
that though I am not
very successful
or saintly and belong, squarely,
in the common horde,
I am, anyhow, beloved--
cradled in tenderness
that will not crush
the leaning blade of grass.
very successful
nor very good,
and I am more
ordinary than I
would like to think.
This is the truth,
and truth is always
a gift, and I will soon
have a birthday,
so
I arm myself with the truth
that though I am not
very successful
or saintly and belong, squarely,
in the common horde,
I am, anyhow, beloved--
cradled in tenderness
that will not crush
the leaning blade of grass.
This made me cry, Elena. Simply lovely; thank you for sharing it for all of us "commoners" out here.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad it blessed you, Dr. Impson. It's a relief, isn't it, to realize we don't have to be extraordinary to be loved and valued?
DeleteAmen to that!
DeleteOh, by the way, TCR is still accepting submissions for its fall issue . . .
ReplyDeleteThanks for the heads up :)
DeleteThis is a lovely poem, Elena. Thank you for it. And I think I'm going to be looking around this place - I like it. A lot.
ReplyDeleteDiana, thank you for your kind words and for visiting me here! I'm honored :)
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