All the Diffidence
The way it seemed it might be
Is not the way it is.
No poems rhyme or tap dance
Without a thought from me.
They hide behind my book stack
Or in my winter coat
Too shy, in spite of coaxing,
To have their quiet say.
The way it seemed it might be
Is not the way it is.
No poems rhyme or tap dance
Without a thought from me.
They hide behind my book stack
Or in my winter coat
Too shy, in spite of coaxing,
To have their quiet say.