A poet not
Perhaps someday I’ll write a rhyme
If so inclined and have the time
A play on words, a touch of wit
Tis true, I have some nack for it
Of pace and meter, twisted words
Passion, feelings, things I’ve heard
But not just now, my soul is old
My mind is numb , my muse too cold
My thoughts are shallow, as a pond
While poets need, an ocean strong
And so for now I’ll meditate
On poems of friends, I know are great
Just a rhymer - Justa Civileon 2003
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 7:15 AM UTC
A poet not
Perhaps someday I’ll write a rhyme
If so inclined and have the time
A play on words, a touch of wit
Tis true, I have some nack for it
Of pace and meter, twisted words
Passion, feelings, things I’ve heard
But not just now, my soul is old
My mind is numb , my muse too cold
My thoughts are shallow, as a pond
While poets need, an ocean strong
And so for now I’ll meditate
On poems of friends, I know are great
Just a rhymer - Justa Civileon 2003