Sep 29th 2008 07:31 pm One a day
A poem a day keeps the rust at bay
On the things I feel but do not say
So here I go once again
Giving voice to what lies within
It’s more than just a clever rhyme
It’s making sense of my place in time
It’s leaving something of me behind
A window into one human’s mind
And though it might seem rather mad
From a distance it’s never all that bad
In fact there may be something true
That unites this poet with you-know-who
In any case, I’ve found my place
And it ain’t a-runnin’ the ol’ rat race
There may be better but there’s surely worse
Than passing time drafting verse
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