16 May 00

 

 

In Turn

 

You claim to be an open book

But your pages when I turn them

Are stuck

So I cannot get a look

Your openness just a ruse

For others to relax

Their guard and hearts

And let you in

But this trust

You spurn

Be not letting them in

In turn

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III