The God of Poetry

is poetry your god
is that who you bow down to
believe me, I find it easy
to bow down to it too

but what happens when the words start fading
which all words do in time
whether it be from the written page
or the center of the mind

you say poetry brings you pleasure
hence forth the daily worship
but when the last line drops in rhyme
and your faced with all life's hardships

where is it you will go
where is it you will turn
you've worked hard for this god of yours
is this all that you have earned

in the church of poetic promise
where you worship every day
as you daily tithe do you wonder why  
there's still an empty offering plate

so while poetry brings great pleasure 
it's not worth bowing down to
though I must say from past escapades 
that's an easy thing to do
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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