Learning for me was very hard,
Things that they teach.
Didn't come from a Baird,
Like maths and the three R's.
With maths all of the answers,
Came strangely to me.

Strange to be me,
Started life playing chess.
It consumed me,
To much in my head.

Chess moved me,
Like no other could.
Couldn't sleep didn't know chess,
Could be all consuming.
Migraines moved in, In bed I did lay.
After seeing each move in my mind,
Became like a savant in everyway.

Took up snooker couldn't say,
While I was learning.
I could see five moves ahead,
Still couldn't play.
Then something clicked,
A break of a hundred and six.
I remember to this day,
Gave it up it all went away.

One night heard Irish ditty,
Thought the rhythm was pretty.
Decided to try it one time,
Little voice was born;
Out of that rhyme.

Sixty poems later.
Found I could write,
As long as I don't mind.
Waking and writing,
In the middle of the night.

I gave it up after many year,
Thought I had lost my rhyme.
Then suddenly again it came back,
That's why I rhyme all of the time.
It's the only thing for me to do,
Now I'm consumed with a haiku.

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Written on 2023-01-16 at 13:27

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this. For you, an Irish ditty. For me, age 11, the poems of Robert Frost and the songs of Lennon & McCartney.