While You Were Out
The note left by fame and fortune was formal in its tone
It said we called today but you were not at home
I read it over several times inside my head
And then I welcomed other visitors instead
For the most part their behaviour has largely been correct
And sometimes on occasion even circumspect
And although I did once enjoy some notoriety
It’s fair to say there’s also been plenty of anxiety
Not that you will find me crying in my beer
For I have learned both patience and acceptance here
And there’s plenty to be said for that for sure
Sincerely Yours, Anonymous and Poor



Good poem, Peter!