Poems From Inside Me

Sad Poem

Sad Poem

Soon the green green leaves will come again

And with it summer sun

Soon heavy clothes will be left behind

And we'll seek the summer fun

Camping, fishing, making love

So many special things to do

Playing frisbee in the summer sun

Taking ten mile walks with you

You my love with whom I never tire

Your spirit warms my heart

I do my work and think of you

And get sad when we're apart

We've done so many special things

And now do them just as friends

Each day I wait to call you up to talk

And that's how each day ends

When we met we were oh so young

We're still not really old

We shared our lives as they begun

We shared warmth when it was cold

It saddens me that I now begin my life

Once more as I write my books

I see your eyes in some of my fans

As they give me sultry looks

I never thought I was so handsome

I'm surely not that charming

But to women who read my wordy books

I must be a bit disarming

All I really wanted love

Was to be your trusted friend

But it seems one day I must say goodbye

And let our friendship end

Don't think that I don't love you

Or ever think that I don't care

It is just that I have to find another

Though to you it isn't fair

Leif Gregersen

May 14, 2013

Explorer Poem

As each day passes more of me

Longs to be wild; longs to be free

Was the human race meant to be chained

Stuck in one place naught to be gained?

As a younger man my thumb solved this equation

Just head for the highway; the train or bus station

But now as I'm older I'm no longer free

No wife nor kids, just a mortgage and me

As the years tick away things have less meaning

Keep up the yard, keep up the cleaning

As a bold teenage kid I wouldn't have let this

Home marry me without even a kiss

It seems now as I write to have been forever ago

That I met a black haired young beauty who played the cello

I was happier then with not a thing to my name

Although writing poems doesn't bring that much fame

And so line after line I bitch, piss and moan

I'm chained to my desk, I married my home

Yet there is one thing in which I have no disdain

I have you in my life, a good friend and after all that still you remain

Without my close friends I would have nothing you see

I would die for my friends, they would die for me

And the last little thing that is surely most of what gets me through

I have the love of my family, which keeps my soul feeling new

Leif Gregersen

May 14, 2013