I’m a poet.
You all know it.
But I have no words.
It may sound absurd,
And a little cliche,
But I have no words,
Only feelings today.
I wanted to write something,
Special for you.
Something funny, profound,
Inspirational too.
But the moment is here,
You’re going away.
I feel like there’s so much,
I wanted to say.
But these few little rhymes,
These thoughts of mine,
Aren’t enough to sum up,
All the good and bad times.
But you know it,
And I know it.
It’s hard to have no words,
When you’re a poet.
Random Misanthrope 
Really like it! Even when you have no words, you have words….. 🙂
Thanks, Ken! I’m not sure if I’ll be able to read it though, since I’ll probably start weeping. I might have to give it to a colleague to read.
We tend to be big softies us, eh? 😉
Definitely. I’m such a cryer. When I found out that Janelle’s cat had to be put down I just cried and cried. She was so devastated, so sad. I couldn’t help myself, even though it wasn’t even my cat. Just thinking about it now chokes me up.
I think when we sincerely have the no words, the true sentiments resonantes through. This is very similar to something I posted yesterday.