I was only trying
I was only trying to be sensitive, my Mother always said
be mindful of others, offending
but she was good at it, she didn’t hold back
lived a life she did and if others
well, if others couldn’t cope, keep up,
Not her concern.
I was only trying to be helpful, thinking you’d need some help
wasn’t to know you didn’t want any, even though you said
you weren’t lying, you just were, just needing,
needing is not a mortal sin any more than
being conservative, if you can’t help it,
you can’t help it.
I was only trying to be creative, showing you what I had
you don’t have to like it, you don’t have to get it
you can like it without getting it, you can get it without liking it,
there is no scale, no measure and if you don’t want to read,
or look, or listen.
I was only trying to be useful, although who for
who knows, I don’t but I was told,
that to be so, is to be like him, or her, or you
so I tried, for a time, didn’t work,
Can’t help it.
I was only trying to be truthful,
telling you what you wanted to hear, is that what truth is,
yours maybe, not mine, so that we can all get along,
get by, read the news, look away, look back,
for the weather, in the sky, in my eyes, the truth
look hard, what you see, it’s a question
For now, for later.
I was only trying to be careful,
told to look, not bend the wrong way, offend the powers,
that be, crossing the street, or crossing your heart,
break it, being careful does that, or something else,
compels you for a moment,
The light is green, you can walk.
© copyright – Stephen Newman 2019