The Shallowman Poem by Martin Swords
The Shallowman
The Shallowman has friends
he counts as assets,
for favors he might need
from time to time.
He lists their skills and
contacts in his busy greedy mind.
He’ll call them when he needs them
when next he’s in a bind.
The Shallowman is jovial and great fun.
With tales, and yarns
he’ll entertain the crowd
Backslapping, and backstabbing
he’ll amuse and castigate all round
They’ll laugh,
but not laugh with him.
The Shallowman can’t read their hollow sound.
The Shallowman is lonely at the end
for all the hale and hearty cheer is false.
the friends when stripped of favours
don’t deserve a second thought
the Shallowman can’t see their worth
when they’ve nothing more to offer only friendship
and friendship by itself can’t satisfy
his lonely shallow want.
MARTIN SWORDS, JUNE 1999
I like this very much Martin, very well written....and very sad. alana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:29:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I liked it. It makes me afraid that I am the Shallowman. I think it comes close to standard verse. I think you should work it more into standard verse. I love your poem calling because it does not rhyme. But this comes close and. I think, should be a standard poem. I hate 'I went up the hill, I took a pill. I felt the chill' sort of poetry that is poetry without beauty but I also think a poem that comes so close without actually rhyming seems to look as if the poet didnt quite get it. I think this is a powerful poem not quite finished. Again, Im trying to be honest and helpful. I liked it a lot.