Here’s a good post full of bad poetry that needs to see the light once again.
Why I Must Write
Life is simply poetry,
And I must write it down.
Without the rhyme and beat of words,
I am a hopeless clown.
But if I can but set the theme,
And manipulate the sound,
The music of the world is mine,
And Meaning is unbound.
Here is a simple truth about why I write. I believe I have the power to define myself, a power that not even God can take away. I hope to leave words and stories and poems and drawings behind to speak to others, especially my children, after I am dead and gone. That is a writer’s immortality. And you should probably know that as a retired school teacher, I have over 2,500 children. But even if none of them ever reads a word of it, or looks at one of my Paffooney pictures, I will have made poetry enough to be…
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