I have been sorting through some old notebooks lately. Over the years I have written hundreds of poems, but only a small proportion have made it onto this blog so far. I thought it was maybe time to share more of these poems so over the next few weeks I will he posting a mixture of old and new stuff.
I don’t remember what exactly inspired this poem, but it was the first poem in a long while that I wrote with rhyme.
If I were you and you were me
Then who is that sat there?
If you were him and he were me
You really wouldn’t care.
I wonder if our quest for truth
Has stumbled off the trail –
We took the path least trodden on
and now our quest will fail.
I’m not sure even who you are –
I started out alone.
I think I might be dreaming now,
this truth I’ve never known.
If I were young and you were old
Then I would be quite green,
You’d fill my head with stories long
From days I’d never seen.
If I were old and you were young
I’d tell you then to hold your tongue.
Life, as I understand it 