Other poets write of love
Or beauty, anguish, death;
Of yearning, angst or pity
Tangled up in every breath.
Other poets use their words
As weapons or as shields,
Gauging by reactions
All the power writing yields.
Other poets elevate
Their subjects way up high,
Seeking truth or explanations,
Answers to their aching “Why?”
I, though, on the other hand,
Just write what I observe –
The daily challenges in life
We do or don’t deserve.
Other poets’ lofty thoughts
May, more than mine, be read,
But I’ll continue rhyming
Like I always do, instead.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Other poets write of love
Or beauty, anguish, death;
Of yearning, angst or pity
Tangled up in every breath.
Other poets use their words
As weapons or as shields,
Gauging by reactions
All the power writing yields.
Other poets elevate
Their subjects way up high,
Seeking truth or explanations,
Answers to their aching “Why?”
I, though, on the other hand,
Just write what I observe –
The daily challenges in life
We do or don’t deserve.
Other poets’ lofty thoughts
May, more than mine, be read,
But I’ll continue rhyming
Like I always do, instead.