Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on September 5, 2012.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

It’s over fifty years since I got started
And all that time I knew who I should be
A little daft and somewhat tender hearted
A lump of flesh composed genetic’ly

But now I find this easy image’s busted
My life was lived beneath a dreadful lie
A man I loved proved he could not be trusted
The last few weeks have taught me how to cry

So digging deep I’ll have to reinvent me
I must believe that I’m worth fighting for
And only hurtful history can prevent me
From finding peace upon a distant shore

And saving me means I can help rebuild
The soaring soul his infamy has killed

Author notes

Reinventing me isn’t what matters, rebuilding my daughter does.