Please Understand…

Of late there have been some poems,

That are more self-pity than self-help,

For this I truly apologize,

As my anti-depressants have run out,

And the money to buy a refill is not there,

So for now I just sit here and pout,

And see myself as I truly am,

Inside this facade of a humorous guy…

So much easier to put on the face of a clown,

To go for a ride with Rufuz down,

To the shore and listen to the sound,

Of the ocean telling me not to pound,

Constantly on rock jetty where I resound…

I have other meds, which I can take in place,

Of the anti-depressants that put on my face,

A smile, of sorts, and bring to my case,

Some better feelings with regards my recent space,

Think Rufuz & I need to take a ride to that of my birthplace,

To walk the beach in the extreme cold,

Where no one else is willing to tread,

As cold does chase,

The tourists off the beach, and not trace,

Will be left of their coming or going…                          (ed)