[First Post] 10
A Learned Experience
Once I spoke of a poem to my friend,
and in doing so had praised it highly,
for it had moved me greatly,
struck hard at the core of my being,
left me searching for words to describe
that would never of done justice to how I had
Most of all though, I wanted this too, for my friend.
But alas!It could never be!
From the moment I opened my mouth
I stripped him of what could, and rightfully
should have been his.
Each word spouted echoing its
Thinking back now,
had I been wise,
the poem would have been left on a familiar path of his,
resting, waiting, to be found...