POETIC  SATISFACTION

How great you are the skill of rhyme;
You give this life what is sublime.
You take a man up to the sky,
Where he sees heaven with his eye.

You whet man's skills to sing a song
And see what's right from what is wrong.
He loves the right and lives its depth
And throws the wrong to shun its filth.

You make the poor man feel so rich
And travel where no one can reach.
He lives in worlds none can attain
And so long he can there remain.

He gets a sense that wealth is in;
He's got it from fecund heaven.
The manmade wealth he would not have
As God's is grand and none can thieve.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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