Ode to a friend

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To all little girls with secrets

There was a little girl with a secret in her shoe

The secret was her shoe was torn and her sock was worn out too

There was a little girl with a secret in her hat

The secret is she cut her hair and tried to put it back

Secrets, secrets always there, she never ever gives a care for they are only secrets that do not hurt anyone, and only she knows where they hide and will never see the sun.

There was a little girl with a secret in her purse

The secret was she stole a dime and now believes it cursed

There was a little girl with a secret in her heart

The secret was someone she loved tore it all apart

There used to be a little girl but now she’s growing old

With secrets still embedded deep beneath the hardened soul

Secrets, secrets always there, she never ever gives a care, for they are only secrets that do not hurt anyone, and only she knows where they hide and will never see the sun.

By Ladyjane1

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50 Caliber 6 years ago from Arizona

Excellent, I like the message. Some should take note, I wonder how many have clutched secrets so tight that they went scowling to the grave?


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Tammy Lochmann 6 years ago

I really like this poem. I am only beginning to appreciate poetry. Like your poem you can learn a lot about a person by reading their poem. Like a glimpse into their soul so to speak. I am going to share this.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thank you 50 caliber and you are right some people just will not cleanse their souls of secrets for fear of hurting someone. Thanks for your reply.

@Tammy, thanks again for stopping by. Im glad you liked my poem. This poem was written for a dear friend of mine. Thanks.


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hypnodude 6 years ago from Italy

I'm not much into poetry, but this one is quite good ladyjane.

A very beautiful writing.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thanks hypnodude. This poem was written a while back for a dear friend of mine. I appreciate that you appreciate it. Thanks .


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50 Caliber 6 years ago from Arizona

Perhaps I took the meaning wrong? I was thinking of one being consumed by their own secrets that rather than letting them go, they became hard hearted loosing the joys of an open life. Did I miss the message? I'm just now starting to read poetry and sometimes I feel I just don't get the intent.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Well like poetry it us up to your interpretation such as beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Having said that, this particular poem is about a dear friend of mine who has chosen to keep secrets, secrets that are deep rooted and so painful that if she let them out they would hurt more people than she cares to. I hope that claifies that and thank you for thinking about my poem.


TattoGuy 6 years ago

Loved the Poem and was just lookin at yer profile, I am a massive Bette Davis fan, her and James Dean are just Legends !

Sleazy says enjoy yer weekend lol ; )


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thank you tattoguy I appreciate you stopping by. And yes Bette Davis is my favorite bitch. I read her autobiography as well as James Deans, they were pretty good. And you are not any sleazier than the rest of us lol


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Coolmon2009 6 years ago from Texas, USA

I like this poem sad and beautiful at the same time thanks for sharing


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thank you Coolmon for stopping by and I am glad you enjoyed it.


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Nell Rose 6 years ago from England

That was great! I never thought of secrets like that before, and that is the point of poetry. little secrets and big secrets. loved it. nell


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Thanks for stopping by nell I appreciate your feedback always.


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

Ah, the skeletons in my closet resemble a moge pit, and every once in a while they rattle and make me realize that I need less secrets and bones to pick, and more openess and honesty before my life closes. Excellent hub ladyjane1.

~~~~~MFB III


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

MFB thank you for your comments I do agree with you and that is why I wrote this poem for my friend, she knows who she is and she has gone through hell with this secret but no one can deal with her secret until she does. Appreciate your support as always.

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