Been a while since I penned poetry, a realization that dawned when a fellow poet and colleague shared his creations.
Somehow poetry is the last thing on my mind even as I contemplate a hundred imaginary things on a daily basis. To set words in rhyme needs a very positive frame of mind, and galloping behind a kid is not a very conducive environment for that, you see.
However, here is a little something that flowed out not so long ago...
The context we shall ignore, but here's the poem for you to mull over.
All you people who think compatibility is a concern when two individuals are poles apart in thought (not values). This should leave a mark and set you thinking...
You say we are too different,
And I heartily agree.
But how different
Are we exactly?
I love you,
Don't you love me?
You miss me,
Don't I miss thee?
Being different is a boon,
It makes us a formidable force.
To tackle all the challenges,
That knock on our doors.
It means the best of both worlds,