A Bit of Poetry

A Love Poem to the Wall


I count the fingers on my hand,
Time and time again,
Many are the loves I've lost,
Let through my fingers like the rain.

Why you ask has time gone by,
And I'm still a lonely fool,
I cannot say, I cannot say,
The only answer I give you.

Perhaps I lack some courage,
Perhaps I lack some strength,
I've had now nearly thirty years,
And still it makes me think.

Was there something needed saying,
Should something have been done,
To win the hearts of those I've loved,
Of those I feel I should have won.

The only thing I've held dear,
As ever after pass the years,
Is my hope for love that's true,
A strong love to get me through.

The future holds things unknown,
And now I sit here all alone,
Writing poems to the wall,
As summer passes into fall.

And the leaves will turn a different hue,
Colours that remind of you,
Of love, of love, of love that's strong,
To get me through the winter long.

Someday I hope I find that strength,
And with it courage not from drink
Courage come and bear my soul,
Out and away from my loveless hole.

Free to pour my heart out,
To speak with no restraint,
Or fear of sounding foolish,
Speaking thoughts that fill my brain.

Until that time arrives
Strength and courage come to call,
Here I sit on lonely nights
Writing poems to the wall.

A Composition By Dan Shanks