THE SONG;
It is not the lines that make a song
All those words just make it long
it's from a heart usually hurt
Or a soul that has a hole
it's not the tears that show you're sad
all those cries just prove you're loud
it's the heart that oozes blood
or a soul that falls apart
when all that's felt is said
and all thoughts on the table laid
it's by melody that song's delayed
and words message relayed
all these keys that I behold
in my abode shall I be holed
till for these keys I find a lock
and for my song I find a hook
I could even write a book
about a chef who couldn't cook
or maybe I'll tell a tale
about a rat that had no tail
or simply, I'll write a poem
and this poem...I'll call THE SONG.
YOU ARE READING
Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoesíaLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
