A Question of Belief
The other day in synagogue
I thought to myself
there isn't any God
What am I doing here?
But I stayed anyway
Let me explain why:
I - and many of you out there in
the darkness are
addicted to writing verse
Poetry cannot be explained by reason alone
Where does it come from?
A whisper in the breeze
can tell you that
Write on, friends!
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