I can’t begin to think, or wonder, why.
All ran smoothly for so long a time.
Was it fate, or a thing unknown to me?
Brought about by another’s design.
Could it be well meant and to protect?
I want to believe that is really true,.
One may read this, come to understand,
The writer’s thoughts, why he’s blue
That I’m sincere in every word I write
If I’ve done wrong, let me make it right
Conversely, can we agree to disagree
Tho, hold the other’s views in sight?
There now, I’ve writ and had my say.
I pray you’ll grant me my sincerity
We are mired, in things gone wrong
Thank you, for the opportunity
To sing my song.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
June 20, 2011