Oh where would all the world now be
without any people writing poetry?
Would it not be like some desert land
without the water of an oasis on hand?
And how could it ever possibly survive
if anybody around didn't really strive
to give something of themselves back
in making the place better and not lack
all those things it didn't have before
brought out through our mind's door?
Or leave behind some lasting impression
for those coming after our current session
is what most are here trying to achieve
and the world of all its troubles relieve.
How could anyone then just fail to see
the real person they were meant to be?
It may seem strange but true to say
we do all look forward to that day.
Though there may also happen to be
some others who think they are free;
from all those things they know bind
serving only as a burden of some kind
by not making any positive contribution
towards the overall progress or solution
of that which is held as the desired goal
and also the main objective of one's role.
Yes, where would all the world really be
if people didn't have time to write poetry?
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