Truly Poetic
Tribute to my Rhyming friends
We may not be young, any more
But there, was a time that we could write
The Sun would knock upon our door
And the moon visit us at night
Sure now, we seem antiquated
Rhyming as we do
The new poetic styles and verses
May make us look like fools
But given time, seasons change
And all things come around
And rhyming will once again
Be the Poetry, that abounds
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