By Clifford Gaidosh,
Writing Type: Poem
Makes one do many strange things.
That’s why some play cards, chess, and checkers while others sing.
Sometimes I write letters while on the brink.
What can I say when I can’t think?
Poetry helps to slow me down.
If it doesn’t sound right
I can turn it around.
Been there and done that was just a game.
As done that and been there are both the same.
I didn’t mean to hurt you while I was in a cloud.
Like a parachutist,
I was caught in the shrouds.
I hope my poetry explains it all, as it isn’t easy to take a fall.