Used Up
Oh, poetry's foundling never stop
the prince of peace, I must adopt
the welfare's option is a flop
though the encounters ease hip hop!
Still sing the anthem borrowing caught
the thought contained like pride's term spring
I am the winner of my draught
I am the owner of all taught!
It must be weight, it must be seek
the poetry's beauty, moments pick
Not used up ~ say it, say it, NOW
the poet is the Earths real plow!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2015
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