A poem by Arlette Overman –
Written June 17th 2023 copyright
to help cope with my many failures in life.
to help me understand that it is ok, because I am what I am.
to help others understand that my brain may not work like yours.
I can’t so I don’t, I know if I could then I would, but I can’t. Does it show? Do you know that I can’t?
My brain is a drain, it filters out pain by not listening again to the stuff that is dull, it just does a cull and can’t listen in, the sound all about is a terrible din. My head ‘s in a spin so you see:
I can’t, so I don’t, I know if I could then I would, But I can’t. Does it show? Do you know that I can’t?
I would if I could, you know that I would, do you get that I would if I only I could?
My brain is the train that has stopped once again. It got lost in the fog to the next destination and then got accused of procrastination. It’s late for its date and no one will wait, so it got left behind and nobody cares when it stares and says:
I can’t, so I don’t, I know if I could then I would, But I can’t Does it show? Do you know that I can’t?
I would if I could, you know that I would, do you get that I would, if only I could?
My brain is like rain that is pouring again. It can’t seem to stop with the wonderful drop of musical raindrops that keep pouring in, when I’m fixed on a thought, then you can’t rein me in.
I can’t, so I don’t, I can’t, so I don’t, I know if I could then I would, But I Can’t! Does it show? Do you know that I can’t?
I would if I could, you know that I would, do you get that I would, if only I could?