For all the successes
I made in my life,
I have never made love,
not real love,
not love given without
any reward or regard.
I have painted pictures
of achievement filled with colour,
and stayed strong at the helm
these many years;
but I have not formed this
fragile clay of love
or been given it complete
as a gift from those who
say they love.
For all I claim for this my life
that has gone so many ways,
for all I give to those who
give not much in return,
I cannot put love in this bucket
of my life and say that I have
been loved as I wanted
or maybe deserved.
27/5/2019