He would have loved them
I knew a guy whose book of life
Was more gracefully done than mine,
A finer hand on flawless paper.
The promise of love, oh, it was there
For the first few chapters
Then the quality fell
And it finally, fitfully, ended.
Oh, I was sad, but I kept writing
About all my silly-hearted loves
And my time tested BFFs, yes,
I have written of art and ailments
Cameras, colors and
Splendid little gadgets.
Ah, He would have loved them, loved them all.