This poem is for all those who have ever felt left out, unloved, neglected, uncared for or ever underappreciated…we all have been Eeyore at least once in our lives I am imagining –
Eeyore’s quiet Sad Rage –
Pooh has Piglet, tight friends to the
Roo has his mum and oft’ times Tigger’s
bouncing annoying presence.
Rabbit has his attitude of
and Owl, his arrogant wisdom
as he sits in his tree.
Christopher Robin visits, but rather
The Hundred acre woods are a lonely place for a donkey.
Thistle only comforts so much.
The wind whistling through the trees
is a pale companion.
I have much poetry to recite,
much I wish to say, hugs I wish to share
and smiles to give.
Perhaps my worth shall be found
one day by eyes
that see more than past the noses
on their own heads.
Until then I will meander and mope
because that is what is expected
by Philip Wardlow 2014