A HEART OF GOLD
On an evening quiet and calm,
near the beach, under the trees of Palm,
My cute and innocent friend caught hold
of a "left-behind" Heart of Gold.
Unsuspecting, he took it away,
when lights in the sky began to play.
Now the world hits him blow after blow,
and the Heart of Gold, he cannot let go.
And yet ignorant, he feels sad,
reproaching himself, saying HE is bad,
the treacheries of the world, he does not judge,
as, against the world he holds no grudge.
Reproaching again, he strives to change,
the pain in his eyes we cannot gauge,
all owing to his pure Heart of Gold,
he's a starched sheet bound to crumple and fold.
A beautiful person inside-out,
he never leaves me ever in doubt.
A solution to the problems he does provide,
while all his hurts he tries to hide.
Can't hurt a person, nor break a heart,
the "perfect" human, he plays his part.
I wish him the best in all the world shall give,
'cuz I'll look after him, as long as i live.
(This is no ode, no matter what the title says. I just meant it for the literal meaning of the word. I don't even know what the characteristics of an ode in the poetry sense are. I just wrote this for a friend of mine. i wont disclose his name. If he reads it though, i am sure he'll know. So all the literature enthusiasts reading this, please dont be offended if this comes nowhere near to what an ode actually means)
1 comment:
It's pretty. And I love the pic.
PS: I don't check all blogs all the time, cherie :) That's why I didn't comment earlier! Sorry about that!
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