And who

And who do you belong to mister man who crossed his legs
Your shoulders are so broad or is your waist just very slight
And I have not yet seen your face and so my mind it begs
Is he as handsome as imagination wild would like
And who am I to look at you as you are working hard?
Perhaps I should rein in my thoughts and focus on my lunch
If only I was fearless I would hand to you my card
But I am just a coward when it comes down to the crunch
And who would write a poem and not simply say hello?
A fool an old romantic or a man who’s rather shy
Imagine you’re well spoken though I fear I’ll never know
I know about the loved and lost but still I will not try
And who will read this poem almost no one and not you
And if you did I wonder what on earth that you might do

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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