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I have gathered you here today
to mourn rhyming poetry’s death.
For modern poets think it's too blasé
regardless its rhythm or breath.
Lyrical literature’s cliché
although it's been regaled for years.
For now there’s a different way
of expressing your fears and tears.
Locked in the dusty pages of time
rhyme died because critics shunned it.
And its once clear distinctive chime
was stripped of its rapier wit.
Beloved and yet missed by few
it has slipped into history.
Yet when I hear what rhyme can do
it’s death remains a mystery.
It's been laid to rest by free style
lift your pens and bid it adieu!
Yet visit it once in a while
and help keep its legacy true.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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