Preface (From My Secret Sin)

Perhaps my thoughts could be safe In a book of poems, an opening preface Perhaps I could give the reader a taste Of a book of poems, or an opening preface These poems are created to capture images of life Take these critiques to the front of the scrimmages with your wife These poems are written to challenge the reader To become more than just a reader Given the chance to actually relate to the situations And become a leader Feed them life through a birdfeeder The needy becomes the seeder It remains a book for the depressed And even those who are living the goodlife Yet still find themselves buried in stress In conclusion I provide nothing more than a dreary illusion These poems are mainly an insight to a better life Be understanding whether you're wrong or right They are composed to attack negative events And spark a change Give we sinners a raft Even if Noah's ark isn't in our range