Walkin on Air
This is not difficult to do,
writing a poem just about you:
it's the aftermath that makes me think
I had better not raise a stink.
You are after all a poet of excellence
with insight and some moments of brilliance;
I'd hate to have you on a path of vengeance
just because I vented my spleen
not intending to be mean
you see, I am at times, how do you say?
A person of habits from another way.
Anyhow, dear friend and fellow poet
this is merely a wandering snippet
that to this page found a path,
keeping in mind the aftermath.