Aging Writer
In these dark and desolate times
I have discovered I'm out of rhymes
The messages are lame
And so many poems the same
But it's a struggle to find new words
Just fighting to be heard
I'm not proud of everything I write
But I'm proud of the effort to do it right
And how I started with limericks
I found a lifelong passion that sticks
Always afraid I ran out of words I surprise myself
Every time I add a new poem to the shelf
But see I'm selfish because I write for me
Because it is what sets my mind free
And the joy of verbal vacation
Is what fuels my heart with elation
It's so cathartic to write how I truly feel
When my heart is bleeding emotion it's real
But time continues to match on
And it's true that one day I'll be gone
I just want to leave a legacy that lives forever
So for now I'll keep on with the endeavor
Hoping even if the rhymes are the same
Nobody would say my effort is lame
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