Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Why I Wannabe a Poet When I Grow Up

I can be serious
  furtive, mysterious
Or sunny funny playful
  as I pen a whole sleigh-full

Spin long narrative yarns
  of lovers in each other's arms
Adorations to celestial beauty
  of skies' myriad charms

I can write a song
  cut it short, extend it long
Or swiftly drum up a dance
  Create a gypsy in a trance

Compose a 'Bravo!' to a friend
  Or eulogize life's other end
Plumb the depths of hearts and minds
  Treasures of words, uniquely mine...

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Caren Krutsinger August 16, 2021 at 12:02 PM I have to say "hear hear" to Kenneth's comment. Who says we have to grow up?

L Milton Hankins August 12, 2021 at 9:58 AM Yes! Delightful stanzas, Gershon. You did, indeed, grow up to be a poet! Well-written.

Kenneth Cheney August 12, 2021 at 9:36 AM Let's all be poets, but do I have to grow up first?