I Know A Secret! #everydayinspiration Day 3

crazy-me2I have a secret
And you want to know
Just what it is
But I’ve been told

A secret is only such
Until it leaves my mouth
And once it does
The secrets out

Then it’s no fun
As the tale is known
Whether true or false
The damage is done

It could be
About Mrs. Martin’s cat
The crook in it’s tail
How you suppose it got that

Or the painted sign
On Radder’s barn
Was about tobacco
Now it’s about yarn

No one knows
Just what it can be
My lips are sealed
It stays with me

A bribe you say
The amount is what
My secret for that
Is that all you’ve got

No chance say I
To little for much
My secret is safe
Here in my clutch

Besides you see
That would never work
It’s priceless to me
To tell would hurt

It may not be me
So you must see
For a secret to be
Silence is a must
So says he

The mystery grows
What is this story
Suspicion is great
It never gets boring

Gossip is flowing
About this and that
All matter of tales
But not a shred of fact

Neighbors point fingers
First here then there
Still there are others
Pulling their hair

Tempers are flaring
But no one knows why
How could a secret
Create such a time

Some who are guilty
Of heaven knows what
Are certain this secret
Has discovered their lot

Desperate they are
To do drastic deeds
Who can imagine
Where all this leads

The secret keeper
Is beginning to feel
No secret should be
Such a big deal

Still mum is the word
Not even a hint
As to what it’s about
Or who it might tint

For all are quite certain
It must be about them
Seems secrets have the power
To touch every sin

What a surprise to know
When the truth is old
It was just so bold
This secret you see
Was nothing to be told

It must be a joke
All this stress for naught
No secret at all
We really got caught

But wait they all say
Could this be a trick
To make us all think
This was really just sick

It seems like it’s time
To put a stop to all this
Things are heating up
It could be a mess

No one believes
The secrets a lie
It may be
They have something to hide

The stress is exhausting
To continue this charade
What’s funnier still
Is the mess this made

What are they thinking
What terrible things
Have been done in secret
Now may have wings

Or so they think
Why else all the fuss
Such efforts to discover
This secret they must

Oh woe is me
With realization to come
This really was
Just to have some fun

What happened instead
Was facing inner truth
Funny how guilt
Can reveal real proof

There is no more
So what’s this for
Time to open the door
The secret’s a farce
As I roll on the floor

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Alan is retired and resides in Quito, Ecuador. Writing is a passion which has resulted in two eBooks thus far, with more in the works. Married 47 years with four sons and 13 grandchildren, provides potential grist for the mill! Alan is a charter "Boomer", a Viet Nam veteran, committed to roasting his own coffee and writes about whatever pops into his mind. He loves to build and ride recumbent bikes, play racquetball, writes almost daily, travels Ecuador, and talks to anything that does not move fast enough! The twinkle in his eye is a combination of the sun, and an active sense of humor. His desire to encourage others to write is being answered through his articles on the Internet.

One Comment

  1. June 11, 2016

    great poem I love how u have a great first line to draw readers in. that is how i was called if u will. blessings

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