Making Dedication - First Person

Boy, that’s a nice tie

Both ally and embellishment

If you’ll pardon the outcry

I’ll pay you with a compliment

Just like this thread that garnishes your nape

Likewise my friend

You seem to decorate

I may not be adept at making dedication

But to the brute and unfeeling

This is my retaliation

I was only trying to make the words more personal

You tidy the plight of life with your smile

And your big black shoes

They shine and beguile

When I was alone, you knew

When I was desperately alone

So were you

I may not be adept at making dedication

And to those who claim ‘twas not my place

What are the qualifications?

I was only trying to make the words more personal, personal

I feel taller when I look up to you

And I think your tender ways are genuine

And when you make your big debut

You’ll be the tallest, kindest valentine

And although your well meaning words and manner

Are sadly taken for granted

I care about you

May I dare to say

I like shaking your hand

I may not be adept at making dedication

But this little gift of song is my prized dissertation

I was only trying to make the world more personal, personal

Make the world more personal

So proud

To be a victim of my feelings

So proud

So proud

Dedication

Dedication