If you start out every day
in the same old gloomy way
it’s little wonder what other people think of you
but the ones who matter most
are the ones who hold you close
in their hearts who’re always thinking of you
do you know, do you know,
do you know who is thinking of you?
As if you never knew
who was thinking just of you
and held it close and never shared a bit of it
there’s no-one else to blame
you had your youthful fame
played it close and didn’t think about it
did you know, did you know,
did you know you didn’t think about it?
And now you are depressed
even when you’re sorely blessed
with rewards of unexpected gravity
you’re seated on a throne
and so very much alone
cannot see the glint of tender irony
cannot see, cannot to see,
cannot see the bitter-sweet of irony.
The ones who matter most
are the ones who hold you close
and in our hearts we’re always thinking of you
our love is given free as love
is meant to be and we know
you’ll shine again in light of it
will shine again, will shine again,
you’ll shine again in light of it.
© 2006, I.D. Carswell
This is sooooooooooooooo nice. A departure from your usual style, but it works. I love the smatterings of rhyme thrown in too. Well, not thrown in, that sounded like an insult to your writing ability - when I meant the opposite.
ReplyDeleteThe picture is gorgeous too.
Hugs
Anna xxx
Ivan, yes, I'm going through your poems to see what I missed. "Do you know who is thinking of you" - This has always been a tough lesson to "realize" for all of us...your wife is a constant I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah...the picture..feeling a bit inspired are yah...not bad Ivan, not bad at all.
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