Perhaps and maybe 'tis true
Poetry was written on stone
many, many years before, like eons
Before an invention of a phone,
a pencil, or even a pen
Just imagine

Once upon a time concerts were my thing
But no more, no more, my love, my love
Now listening to a nightingale sing,
gazing upon moonlight enchanting,
and faraway stars glittering
Is so much better than a strange song
of multiple bullets, zing, zinging

Was fun, I enjoyed the poems
I read
Hope to read some more
real soon

Nice to see you come around
changing color of leaves
from green to brown
Hi October, would be a dream
if you could just stay
and hang around

Lately feels more and more like
I've stepped into a fantastic maze
There is a way out, always is
Only seems like I can't find it
Which way should I go now?

Following others
isn't always
the wisest thing
to do
Best to find
your own way
and do what's right
for you