I know, I keep using the same old rhymes
But I'd say they get a bit more joyful every time
Some day I'll have my final draft
The true purpose of my craft
Just give me time, and you'll see
The poet I was made to be
I know some day when I publish my work, it won't all sound the same, because it will be my final and most encouraging draft....Does that make sense? The purpose of the imagination God gave me