Our Country, Our Life,

Have fatalRepercussionsFor them?Lets hope and pray,They do!For if notThis CountryWill certainlyBe going to pot.

Rhymes that come and go,Mysteriously,Some might say that that’sA total waste of time!But for me,As vital as the air I breath,Since Poetry is,The life that’s left,In me,And joyfully existsExtemporaneouly.

From the worm to the mammoth,The species have traveled,From ameba, to us,The most mysteriousAnd the one,That most makes, a fuss.ooooooooolast dancellO

Of certain poets,Hard to beatIt’s as ifLife and LightFinally meet,Reaching the heart,There to keep.

You are the very reason I exist,The Light that dissipates Life’s lonely mist.

AttractionTo a perfect stranger,Of whom, so oftenWe really, knowNothing aboutYet becomes,More importantThan life itself,And without whom,It’s impossible,To be happyOr even enjoyLife,Ever again!