such common practice seems such boring stuff
You never write about the things that matter such as the have nots of the World that we live in
If your God is great how come he allows so many to lose just for one to win.
You write of love as if love only matter though for love there’s a time and a place
And it takes every sort of a person for to make up this great human race
Some people do not love everybody or talk of self or to a God pray
But they too are good living people and they live their lives in the good way.
You write of yourself a bit too much and though to your own self be true
It ought to be pointed out to you that the World doesn’t revolve around you
There’s more to life than God, love and self there’s other things to write about
Your range of subject matter seems limited though your worth as a writer it is not in doubt.
You write of God and love and self only to those three your talents you apply
You limit yourself to three subjects your inspiration well will run dry
You wish to become a great poet but to achieve your goal your outlook on life you must change
You have to write on many subjects and you have to broaden your range.