Reading from it's book of absurdity, for you and me is a daily routine,
do I get conditioned to meekly accept life's brutal reality you ask me
Even on a bed of burning coal, I've seen dancers amaze with alacrity,
I fight back those slings and arrows with the sheer verve of my poetry.
From lonely walks, through inner paths every time I return smiling
my golden retriever faithfully follows with the day's happy find.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Reading from it's book of absurdity, for you and me is a daily routine,
do I get conditioned to meekly accept life's brutal reality you ask me
Even on a bed of burning coal, I've seen dancers amaze with alacrity,
I fight back those slings and arrows with the sheer verve of my poetry.
From lonely walks, through inner paths every time I return smiling
my golden retriever faithfully follows with the day's happy find.
What poetry means to each one of us..it's defense of imaginativeness against the corruption reality has undergone..
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