POEM: I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I KNOW

 

I’d tell you what I know

but you may not agree

I’d tell you what I know

but you might take offense

You might find it insulting

And you might find it cold and callous

But I’d tell you what I know

I’ll tell you what I know

but you’d probably take a pot-shot at me

I’d tell you what I know

but you’d probably lecture me

You’d probably offend me

And I’d find it cold and callous

And so I won’t tell you what I know

But I know about life; I’m alive

I know about love; It has no prerequisites before you can receive it

I know about lust; I’ve chased after it countless times

I know about sorrow; I’ve loved and lost

I know about pain; I’ve hidden behind its walls

I know about pride; I have a wife and child

But I’ll tell you what I want you to know;

I know who I am

And whether or not I display

Certain traits or signs

That you may or may not approve of

I am who I am

And I rejoice in that fact

Because I am not you

Words by Dean Boic