Don't Pigeonhole Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

Don't pigeonhole me or, I'll-eulogize
I've soared and roosted more than once before.
When this perch is no longer good or fine
when our scared time has no more binding ties
let's forget all our promises we swore
… I was ever yours - you were ever mine.

Let's end as good friends lovers without feuds
separate horizons, the sun and the moon.
We to can continue to change the tides
be lamps of light if nought darker eludes.
Let's stand for the dangers that barbed-harpoon.
Show we've got soft belly undersides.

Let's laugh at our tears, forgive those lost years
be bigger than all these name callings smears.