All my older poems called a meeting
They don't like what they're seeing
As the newer poems are being read they're being left behind

At one time they we're top dogs
Now just another bump on the log
They want to do something about it and feel now is the time

So they started every now and then
Throwing one of their old friends in
With the pile of newbies to try and even out the playing field

Which has the new poems fighting back
Asking what is all this crap
You old guys have had your day in the sun now it's time to yield

You've had your spot of glory
You've rhymed your poems and stories
It's time to release the reigns, bring on some new ideas

That's when the poems of love stood up
And loudly proclaimed they'd had enough
Can't we all live peacefully and learn how to forgive

The words that spread the words of hate
Were all taken off of the page
Now all the poems on my site wonderfully get along

They all learned the art of compromise
Seeing the good in each others lives
Harmonizing fully now in each others poem