Me in Three
For the scant time to commune with my Muse
and from my mind some long-harbored thoughts free
In strings of words I hope would pass for verse--
this time, this chance, fills up my heart with glee.
Yet often when I have scarcely begun
to pen some notions about the world’s sores,
I rue that I can’t help but to purloin
some hours from work and domestic chores.
Ah, to write, to compose without much care
while in full possession of place and time--
What joy I’d feel when I am unshackled thus
to focus on constructing better rhyme.
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