The Lonely Crocodile June 2008
For Tabi
Once upon the river Nile
Lived a lonely crocodile
He wasn’t like the others
Coz’ he didn’t dig their style
A curious little chap
Who didn’t bite or snap
Unlike his bigger brothers
Who he thought were full of crap
Ridiculed and snubbed
“Little Fairy” he was dubbed
For, books and poetry
Were the only things he loved
Each morning he would send
A poem to his friend
A little human girl
Who lived just round the bend
And to the river, she would run
When each new day had begun
Her heart, so filled with joy
Her smile was like the sun
Thus, their days they’d spend
And discuss for hours on end
Things, no crocodile, nor human-
Being could comprehend
A love so pure and sweet
A heart unchained replete
And a lonely crocodile
With sandals on his feet!
From this gifted little child
And her love for a crocodile
There’s a lesson I have learned
Which always make me smile!
Copyright John Scott 2008
Comments
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Me thinks that lonley crocodile was one very special crocodile! I understand this. Being a square peg in a world of round holes is difficult I know...you never quite fit. But you do get opportunities to learn very deep life lessons. So after all...not fitting is not so bad. Very lovely and touching John.
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Hello Pam...!
thank you for the perceptive comments there's a follow up to this poem, which explains what the poem is about, and why it was written, my heart will not permit me to submit it at this time, but it is a story I know I'll have to set free one day, that is how I deal with issues...but this is a tough one because it literally broke my heart and destroyed my confidence...at a time when I needed it most... there are "minds" out there that are twisted and vicious, paranoid, whatever, I don't know...it's s'thing which is as alien to me , as war and hatred and all negative things...I have said too much, but not enough...I hope one day, someone will perhaps understand me and accept me for what I am...sorry, I was responding to your comments, please excuse this little outburst...you cannot know how it hurts...your friend, John
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hmmmmm ...
and it's interesting to note how our poetry has woven similarities into a warm blanket. I wrote a poem with a very similar theme. Who says the world's a big place? j y
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This poem...
means a great deal to me, Joy, it is somehow ironic that you are the only one to respond to it...I will try my best to explain this, but now is niether the time nor the place...a long tragic story lies in the shadow of this seemingly innocuous little tale, I will release it when the time is right...thank you my gifted friend...John
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