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Who Mourns For the Poet
Hello friend, it’s me
I’m just writing some poetry
Don’t be afraid
No- I don’t get paid
Do I write from home?
Not really, just any dome
What do I write about?
Pains & joys of life come out
A simple poet writing alone
Don’t own a scepter or a throne
Did you make a name?
No, there is no fame
Do you write about the poor?
Yes, their lament is grandeur
Do you write about love?
Yes many times, sort of
How about you, I do ask?
Yes, but only under a mask
In my world when I write
I’m like a god with might
I can create at will
Many worlds that I can fill
I can make the sky crimson red
Or a sapphire blue instead
There is so much I can do
Take something old & make it new
The only thing I cannot change
Is a broken heart out of range.
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July.04.2020
Goddess or God
Sponsored by~ Caren Krutsinger
N/A for contest
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