And dissipate worries,
All that with a rhyme.
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How do you become
Asked the childTo the All Know ItWho answered,You just sit quietlyAnd prayIn doesn’t ever happen,Tomorrow or Today,Or any living day.
Poetry,
A waste of Time,Probably,Won’t bring in a dime,BUT!The immense satisfactionThat some poems give,Is worth so much!That moment of ecstasy,That with a certain poemYou, may live,Has an unforgettable,Magic touch!
Somewhere,
It has an air of hope,That sweetly fills the airThat takes away the scareOf being all alone,It is that sweet ‘Somewhere’Where maybe someone cares,And ‘Somehow’, when and whereYou will have found your home.
Happy, sad
So, the PendulumOf Life!Dare we askWhy?
The gladness or sadness of a poem,
That by thinking, feeling, living,Can enjoy life’s gifts the most!
Poetry is all about feeling,
And Love is the deepest feeling,At which, Poetry can arrive.