Ollie Lind Poetry

One time in my life some people took me for gay. I was divorced, had no lady in my life, yet seemed happy and sociable. In fact it was a period where I had resigned myself to being alone.

I try to help people anywhere I go and sometimes this has been misconstrued.

When I have a realization in my life I often write a poem to crystallize my feelings. This is one such poem.

A Play

A play on words he said it was,
the cruel taunt cutting deep.
he couldn’t help the way he was,
he hung his head to weep.

But then a thought rang in his head
that made him stand and start.
No one could take his life as read
and penetrate his heart.

What if he seemed to others weak,
not able to defend,
his way of life, or mode of speech,
on who could he depend?

No woman was to share his life,
his lot to be alone.
Once before he had a wife,
that life he must atone.

Those who thought of him as gay
did not know his intent.
To help another on the way
to live a life well spent.

He simply sought to help another
find his way to trust,
to be perhaps, his other brother
no soul destroying lust.

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