Through My Eyes
it’s not just the cadence
lyrics formed in proper tense
minced then spliced, poured into verse
this life that’s a dress rehearsal
it’s not about who reads or not
your money’s worth is what you’ve got
what did you expect for free
it’s not about what you believe
it’s not about haiku or rhyme
I’m still editing all the time
wondering if I’ve any left
your comments say I am adept
it’s not about the days of storms
the cold nights I couldn’t get warm
it’s about what I believe
through my eyes—the way I see it
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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