I Know What I Need

I know there’s not

A lot I need

But I’d always

Take kindness

Who wouldn’t

Like that?

I give it freely myself

To any who accept it

When will it

Come to me?


And where’s all that love?

I was told it was free

Damn … you couldn’t

Prove it by me…

Before I depart

This ‘mortal coil’

You can bet

I’m taking my fill

A happiness deficit

Nearly broke my will

Rest assured…

I’ll be making up for that

Truly … I will



© 2015 Robert Mihaly Original Poetry