I too can be a shallow poet,
To say that I am sad and show it
And how each love has left a scar;
Oh, I'll make certain that you know it!
I'll tell of mountains spied afar,
the night I wished upon a star;
It's all part of the shallow poet.
For such cliches are what we are
And our use of them never ends,
Our very thought on them depends!
So let me post another verse
For all my shallow poet friends
(Whose work is, by and large, much worse).
A shallow poet's rarely terse,
Still each and every poem ends...
But then so does the universe.
Yes, I can be a shallow poet
If I don't think deep thoughts and blow it!
Stephen Brooke ©2009