Sunday evening

Well hello! This weekend has flown by, and my to list whilst not completed is a little shorter than it was yesterday morning. This poem is just a short little ditty that has some fun with rhymes.

What is poetry even for?
Standing on a soap box
Cunning like a fox.
Trying to make you understand a
Point, stanza by stanza.

Making observations that
Inspire, make you forget.
The ugly and perverse
Pure verse after pure verse.

But we all know what is true -
There are more moments to rue
Than I can negate with
Words: nouns, adjectives.

The world is a hard place to live
Trying to balance take and give,
To find that rose in the thorny vine,
Be on time, make it rhyme.
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