I’m not old,
But I’ve still accumulated
A lifetime of mistakes.
I’m not mean,
But I’ve still failed
To learn
The art of kindness.
I’ve enjoyed sex,
But still have not yet
Truly made love
To a woman.
I’ve said prayers
In cathedrals and shrines,
But have not talked to God
In the quiet place
Of my heart.
I’ve gazed at words
On the written page,
Held dictionaries
In my hand,
But I’ve still not written
The honest poem
Of the soul.
Time slips away
And there are
Important things
I must still learn and do.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honest-poem-of-the-soul/
