SO FEW

SO FEW

So few, so very few, who seem to connect with me
Perhaps it’s for the best, as I dismiss empty phrases
But then, I still respect challenge or alternative view
You know, I can easily tell when comments are true
But sycophants with their dribbling, can go to blazes
At least most should by now, know about empathy

I don’t mind if it is heart to heart, or brain to brain
Silence is something that I sometimes would prefer
A nod of recogntion might always be quite enough
As I detest that meaningless simper and claggy stuff
Am I not approachable, perhaps this one may infer
But then, do I have to repeat myself all over again

In the past it has been just one or two connections
When responses have seemed pleasant and genuine
There is also the prospect of following a given link
But perhaps I should just pause for a bit, and think
It’s a rare occurrence when my head begins to spin
And my awakened instincts pointing in all directions

Yet it isn’t considered reflection or serious critique
That sort of response to which my psyche is attuned
One might perhaps consider my personality as cold
But there’s still room on a rare occasion, to be bold
As if with secateurs, my softer side I’ve over pruned
My problem is, that it’s always perfection that I seek