Poems : Think Again by JonArno Lawson

A collection of quietly beautiful and surprisingly humourous short poems by JonArno Lawson of Toronto, Canada (and illustrated by his compatriot Julie Morstead) reveals first love’s uncertainties, frustrations and joys. Whether describing two people meeting or the misunderstandings and revealations that follow, these poems and the evocative illustrations that accompany them give readers every reason to think… and think again.

Four such interesting poems are:

The Three MEs                                                                                                                                                      The first me is the me you know                                                                                                                         The second you’ll meet rarely,                                                                                                                            The third me – uh oh, there he goes                                                                                                                    Him you’ll never see

Think Again                                                                                                                                                     Eventually a thought will come                                                                                                                           But no one can say when                                                                                                                                         If you think thinking’s easy,                                                                                                                                 Think again

Time                                                                                                                                                                       The past cannot be paid for                                                                                                                                   And the future cannot be bought                                                                                                                        You’ve got the present moment and                                                                                                                  That’s really all you’ve got

Time                                                                                                                                                                      Time comes quick and raw, it can’t be                                                                                                              Slowed or refined                                                                                                                                                      It moves so fast because                                                                                                                                        It’s leaving everything behind