Let me tell you a story,
Let me spin you a song,
Let me raise up a tall tale here…
Let me ramble and roam
Through lands yet unknown
And sing dreams of a life never told.
I can’t promise riches,
I can’t guarantee joy,
I can’t writ all your fantasies true…
Heck, I can’t be assured
If I put down a word
It won’t come out fully absurd.
It might not be beautiful,
It may not be brief,
It may not hold whit, it is true…
There is only one promise
That seems fit to make,
So here’s what I can promise you:
An over-wound riddle,
A myth yet unknown,
All the wonderful worlds I can see…
So take leave from the earth
Of your own set of eyes…
Let me lend you my pair for a spell.
2 thoughts on “A Request…”
Your poem is great, “Oh so talented Grandson”!
You take after your great great grandmother who made her children’s middle names all rhyme.