You asked me if my poems were rude
As if I wrote them in the nude
As if id written them, when in the Bath
When what I want, is to make you laugh
Some times I want to make you think
So I don’t write them by the sink
Some poems bring comfort, when loved ones die
Some other poems could make you cry
Or those that make you sit and stare
That holds you rigid in a chair
A time to think, to smile, reflect
A time to Love, to Care, Respect.