by Glen Martin Fitch
Now everything is cool.
We're at that stage
when trust, respect feel sure.
We sense a link in struggle,
pain and hope.
As we engage
things fall in place,
we think in sync.
But some day
I am going to let you down
and then you'll feel betrayed.
I'll be too late. I'll fib,
put myself first.
You'll see a frown.
Will I then be
the focus of your hate?
As best I can
I pledge you truth
and vow to you,
within fair limits,
to be near.
Least friendly
I will need you most.
Hear now:
I'm fallible. I'm flawed.
Be brave with me.
Be clear.
Forgive me.
Treasures lie beyond.
I claim I will forgive you
when I feel the same.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011