Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Lessons Learned

I used to be approached by men
who were little more than boys
regarding me as made for them
like all their other toys

I used to see the handsome ones
who knew they looked so good
and acted thus; not calling back,
their conduct understood

I used to be a looker, then
when looking was to be done
For all the fun I could’ve had
I’ve had more peace with one

So wait for him, whose gaze rests not
upon your boobs, but your eyes
Who listens and responds in kind
For there your wellspring lies

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Suzy, who stopped by my blog and commented (I rarely reply, but rather visit the blogs as a practice), had a prompt of her own from “Verse First,” and it was to write of a lesson you learned. You can find other links HERE, but this was the best lesson of all for me. It gave me Lex.

This is also ‘in the margins’ on the sidebars of Poets United and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Peace, and hoping you all find your true love, Amy