A
poem a day helps anchor me
So I don’t float away.
It adds some color to my mood
And chases off the gray.
So I don’t float away.
It adds some color to my mood
And chases off the gray.
There’s
always time to jot some lines,
Though some days it’s a chore;
At times I have to wrack my brain
For subjects to explore.
Though some days it’s a chore;
At times I have to wrack my brain
For subjects to explore.
But
mostly, I’m a magnet and
The topics are like nails.
What I observe or hear provides
The fodder – never fails.
The topics are like nails.
What I observe or hear provides
The fodder – never fails.
And
if I’m stuck, some introspection
Seems to do the trick.
I’ll start to write and suddenly,
My thoughts and rhymes just click.
Seems to do the trick.
I’ll start to write and suddenly,
My thoughts and rhymes just click.
The
saying says an apple should
Be eaten every day;
Instead, I choose to pen a poem
And put it on display.
Be eaten every day;
Instead, I choose to pen a poem
And put it on display.
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