Sometimes: When I Say I’m Fine

 

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Sometimes When I Say I’m Fine

I’m Fine: But…

Sometimes when I say I’m fine,
I see you don’t want to know.
Sometimes when I say hello,
You suddenly have no time.

Sometimes when I say I’m fine,
Really I’m not so fine, I hurt;
It pains me when you’re so curt,
But I walk a fine tight line.

Sometimes when I say I’m fine,
I really want to cry;
That explains my deepest sigh
For the peace for which I pine.

Sometimes when I say I’m fine,
I lie. Really what I mean
To say, you are not so  keen
To hear or to say let’s dine.

Sometimes before all this,
You used to talk with me,
And you could always see
When things had gone amiss.

Now that’s gone as gone is youth,
I want to hear some words that soothe,
I want you to make things smooth,
I just want you to say the truth.

Sometimes I really miss you,
We were really quite a pair;
But life isn’t always fair,
Sometimes a wee hug will do.

Sorry to disturb your day
With irrelevant wee details;
What would you care about
My state of sad affairs?

Sometimes I don’t feel quite like me,
Life leaves no time to breathe.
Sometimes it’s just too much to grieve,
All I want is to be free.

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.
I’m certainly very fine
Can’t you see that I’m just fine?
This tear you see? Not mine!

Sometimes I walk a line so fine
When I’m feeling down and blue,
And you ask me how are you,
Sometimes I simply say, “I’m fine.”

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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