I’d like to
Know you but
No knowing you
Leads to knew
You I’d like
To think of
You but thinking
You leads to
Thought you I’d
Like to like
You but liking
You requires knowing
And thinking which
For me eventually
Leads to love
Then had loved
Maybe nothing is
Better than the
Something I lost
The world has
Failed to be
A safe place
It’s innocence lost
Replaced instead with
Selfishness and despair
A barren place
Occupied by the
Damned who wander
Aimlessly ignorantly and
Painfully absent of
Even fond memories
Husks of what
They once were
Simply coldly forgotten
Content instead of
Heaping noxious travesties
Designed to fuel
Their flames of
Hopelessness upon the
Living that have
Barricaded themselves behind
The ever eroding
Walls of hope
Fear not being
One of the
Damned for those
Devastated souls do
Not read poetry
If it had
Been up to
Me I’d never
Had picked you
Not because you’re
Not good enough
But because I’m
Not good enough
But oh when
I saw you
You’re all that
I ever saw
Not just with
My eyes but
With my heart
That’s why I
Want to ask
You this question
Please marry me
Recognizing wants isn’t
Enough giving to
Those that ask
Isn’t either for
Most ask for
What they want
Ignoring their needs
Generosity is temporary
Kindness on the
Other hand speaks
The language of
Love cutting through
The selfishness of
Wants be kind
To someone who
Expects nothing and
Fill their needs
Silently without fanfare
This is godliness
And once upon
A time there
Was a great
Oak tree mighty
And strong with
A canopy so
Large that it
Gave shadow to
A 200 head
Herd every afternoon
And in its
Thicket of leaves
One could hear
Delicate giggles as
The early Autumn
Wind blew there
Prompting the browning
Leaves to jump
Like children atop
Wooden sleds landing
Down below or
Even far away
As Winters first
Snow danced like
Drunken revelers swirling
And teasing there
Remained one last
Leaf above clinging
To its branch
Thinking that it
Had been forgotten
When in truth
All it was
Was different and
Being different is
By far the
Loneliest thing in
The world when
Viewed by others
When in fact
Being that one
Last leaf alone
Gave it a
Freedom to be
Itself uniquely strong
Being different requires
That much strength
To hold on
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 