matt's poetry pocketbook:
poems and poets

Pad, pad

Stevie Smith

I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
When you at on the couch
With that tigerish crouch
And told me you loved me no more

What I cannot remember is how I felt when
     you were unkind
All I know is, if you were ever unkind now I should
     not mind.
Ah me, the power to feel exaggrated, angry and sad
The years have taken from me. Softly I go now, pad
     pad