A poem dedicated to a good friend... |
TO A FRIEND... Travelling Through Life Am I Looking For Something, That Which Even I Cannot Define. The Search Is Not Easy Finding, Losing, Hoping, Leaving, Decieving, All I'm Going Through, Searching For What ? I Want To Know Not Even Knowing That, Which I Wanted To Know And Then I Met You , My Friend … No ! You Were Not ' The One ' That I Was Searching For But To All My Dimensions, You Added Yet One More Facet, You My Very Own Personal Socrates. Always Saying " Define ! " Always Admitting That You "Only Know That You Don’t Know". My Very Own Personal Socrates Asking Me " Why ? ", And Then " Why Not ? ", It Is True Life Is More Amazing With You. Yes ! You Are Not Perfect You Were Not Made To Order According To Few Set, Accepted Norms Nor Do You Follow Laid Down Rules You Are Very Much Your Own Person , And Not A Thing, Not To Be Posessed , Not Ever, To Be Troubled By Problems , No ! It Would Be Difficult. To Get You Involved In Peoples' Lives. You Observe And You Define, You Know That You Do Not Know. Your Laughter And Your Ready Smile, So Complete , In Itself , So Pure , So Real , You Jolt Me Out Of My Dreams And Make Me Question It All And Define All My Terms Precisely. No Scope For Loopholes My Very Own Personal Socrates My Own Path Have I Now Defined , Because Of You , And Your Thought Provoking Questions. To Thank You , Would Be Like Ending What We Do Share So I Will Not Even Dare , To Say Goodbye , To My Very Own Personal Socrates , Who Does Really Care , For Me To Be Happy , And Asks Me " What Can I Do To Make You So ? " Although Unrealistic , Let Me Indulge In My " Masculine Fantasy ", Just Be There In My Life , After All , That Is All That Matters ! And The Rest , As Usual , Will Work Itself Out , As Time Passes. |