Editor’s note: Clyde Alan Hensley is a local songwriter, performer and poet.
Shoebox
I stumbled upon a shoebox,
full of pictures and memories.
I dubbed them confessions of my life.
Still frames in black and white …
people who touched my very soul.
Some good and some not as much.
Nonetheless…each bestowed a lesson.
Words on faded paper,
where the ink no longer holds
its promise.
Each scrap a memory, a confession
All part of Life’s lesson.
No Theory
There is no theory in love;
Be pragmatic with the heart.
The soul follows
For what it is worth.
Love holds soft strings
Yet they are stronger than iron….
Virtually indestructible.
Yet whimsical
And flippant.
Boundaries set by words
and actions….
for better or worse.
Be careful with touch.
The soul knows fear,
contempt and loathing.
Theoretically nothing applies
Til Love is taken from words
And put into action.
Boundaries will be crossed
As promises are broke.
There is not a rule book
For Love knows no
theory and breaks
all rules.
