She Is Easy To Me
She’s a liberated woman
But she’s not a woman’s liber
She’s a solid oak tree
But she bends with the wind
She’s a bird flying high
But never loosing sight of her nest
In a world full of cubicles
She makes herself a seat
A battle for her
But hard for those who cannot see
With ego and pride
They hide their eyes
But to me she is easy
Let there be no deception
She is a real woman to me
By: Roger Harkness
I have a new audience to share my poems with. “myYearbook” It’s great, I have hundreds of friends and I send them all my poems and I get a lot of complements. I’m only human and we all need a pat on the back to keep us going. Anyways, this poem got a lot great reviews, everybody thinks I wrote this poem about them, and if that’s what you think, than that’s what I did, I wrote this one for you babe.