What Is Love by Angela Lansbury Comic poem 174

 

Love is saying, I love you dear

I'm always right, you're always wrong

You spend too much, the money's gone

I may be mad, it may look sad

Daft, not all bad, 'cos aren't you glad

That I'm still here, I love you dear.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 April 2nd Sunday

Tell Me All Your Troubles version 2

Do tell me all of your troubles
Deaths and divorces, don't ask mine
'cos I'll tell then regret it
I say too much, all the time

I'll tell the stranger on the train
Someone I'll never see again
So if they think I'm mad or bad
They won't say so and make me sad

I'll offload sadness and sorrow
To strangers who are gone tomorrow
Who won't still be there to remind me
So I can put it all behind me

But tell me all your troubles
So I can sympathise
I won't pretend I'm a success
No need to tell you polite lies

I won't tell you all my troubles
Revive what I'd rather forget
I don't dare tell you the whole truth
Sometimes it's better not

Books talk about self-doubt
And the imposture syndrome
Ive come here for a holiday
To escape my problems at home

But I watch the woman confessing all
On stage, in poems, I sympathise
I want to tell you my truth and my lies
Unburden, share all with smiling eyes.
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Written at Swanwick Writers' Summer School
Angela Lansbury copyright Aug Sunday 25 2019