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