Poetry is,
An open space,
Winds carry flowers,
Time is devoured,
Wide open spaces,
Nothing with laces,
Open your heart and be free
Love every word of your friend,
Poetry!
This one has fallen
Out of grace,
All the absurd,
Right in our face,
The vile and ugly,
Such a waste!
No honor left,
Just pure disgrace,
And speak you,
Of human respect,
That’s also lost
In our Shipwreck.
And so we sadly,
Move along
Condoning almost all
That’s wrong,
Can’t even find
A decent song,
Where Love can,
Make us,
Feel at home.