I don't know.
You're talking.
I believe for yourself,
always listening anyway,
not listening
if I make the world better.
You know I make the world better.
I don't believe consequences.
I don't believe what is true.
Locking doors won't accept,
accept that I could a little better.
You know a little better.
I believe about the broken show;
intentions you hear.
Have you done enough?
Not for everyone.
I could make you,
I would make the world.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 418
If I Could
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