Poet's Lament
Time and time again,
I grab a lonely pen.
Searching my mind,
For the words to find,
A way to make a rhyme.
To create that perfect line;
That puts a smile on a face;
Takes someone to a better place;
Gives a person food for thought;
Questions what they’ve been taught;
A poet never knows,
If that which they compose,
Will be judged as mundane prose.
So, best to just speak your mind.
Worry not what others find,
To be unworthy verse, or worse!
They fail to even criticize;
Simply pay it no never mind;
For in the end, a lonely pen,
Will always be a poet’s friend.
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