What’s a poem? A bunch of words
That may or not be read
And likely will be filed away
To disappear instead.
The lucky ones may get a glance
Before the page is turned,
But as a rhymer, I will share
The truth that I have learned:
The poet writes those words because
The need to do so’s there,
No matter if there’s not
Another soul who seems to care.
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