Author Carl Rakosi in whom distrust lieslike a gall stoneand desire grows up aching,a sharp tooth,there are times your couragerises over alland knows no high airsor aloofness.Then I plant myself near youand swear I shall never leave. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments