Sunday, September 29, 2013

It's Always Our Turn

It seems that as for me
It's about the message
Whether it's gotten through
Or not


I've got to keep it simple
So the lesson
Here for both of us
Doesn't end up lost


Sometimes it rhymes
But not all the times
See what I mean
That S on times
Just doesn't belong


And metre now gone
Is it still a poem
Don't lose track
Or you might as well have
Stayed home


You see, the lesson today
Is to help someone who strays
Without any delays
To keep their spirit from decay
What we wish to convey
We can't leave unfinished, halfway
Not to cause them dismay
It should be our love on display
Enter the healers cafe
Choose from it's buffet
It's a veritable array
Filled with all of love's bouquet
You see there are always ways
And most often they'll pay

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