Divine Afflatus
As I sit in this old, rugged chair,
And direct my gaze upon this blank paper
I ponder a vastitude of rhymes with great care
Yet, this scheme of notions begins to taper
Lo, I have acquired inspiration
And begin to articulate a most humble work of literature
That of which is a most modest creation
Yet, I do so with no fear of harsh stricture
If one is to write out of fear,
Then by these terms, one should live by fear as well
Nay, I shall write with an undying passion, such words I hold dear
For those who will read, these words shall compel
Every life is valuable, and my own, I shall cherish
Let these words last in perpetuity, long after I perish
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