A Note Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta
A Note
One day, he asked me
“What perfect gift will be? ”
I am sure that was for me
I answered, “Love of purity”.
Again, he asked me
“What perfect time will be? ”
“Anytime will do” replied
Over joy blistered me to wild
Whole day I waited
Unwelcome facts nodded
He brought a girl next to me
“My consort”, he proudly told me
Fake smile registered
And my body shuttered
I just walk away outcast
And take a note, “This is for last”
A lovely poem about disappointment based on expectation.Good write...I'll check out other poems you listed.
Cry not young poet...'much to do about nothing' William shakespear...a place where you visit...not sleep
great expectations may lead wether to great joys or dissapointements...a well composed poem
What you expect and what you get tells you great expectations is not the golden rule for some your words cloud the meaning of simplicity...good effort regards
The disappointment has been so greatly portrayed here....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 4:10:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Expectations makes the difference. Good flow.