A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray