Poem 114 - Poems

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In the last two years I have written

More than 113 poems… aren’t

I clever… didn’t I do well to express

Myself in more than 113 scrawled

Pieces of text usually written on the

Bus or in the wake of some disaster

That will later become another story

I retell a therapist of to my

Newly formed, first ever, group of

Female friends.

In the last two years I have written more than 113 poems

And when I read them self-indulgently

I try to recall how and why I felt on

Those more than 113 occasions. It is

Easier to remember the shock and the

Humiliation than the euphoria.

In the last two year I have written

More than 113 poems. I am pretty

Pleased with myself until I remember

Most of them are rubbish and I think

Maybe my life would have been more

Fun, I could be happier, it would be easier

To be kind to those in my vicinity

If I hadn’t encountered those more

Than 113 moments that inspired those

More than 113 poems.