In Writing Poetry What Do I Gain
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In writing poetry what do I gain?
My brain is active and it keeps me sane
My heart endures this life filled with much pain
And cleanse my vilest thoughts just like the rain
In poetry most often there is rhyme
For truth and reason sounds alike each time
Reality revels with sense sublime
That rouse unrestless spirits much like wine
Its rhythm throbs just like a heart that beats
For meter has ten syllables repeat
Enfeebled lungs breathe in the air so sweet
And sometimes even moves the head and feet
The day will come, I shall not write a verse
When my life ends, so withal be its curse
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
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