2015-04-28

詩 Legacy of Mediocrity

Nothing poetic comes to mind
To eulogize this daily grind

Each day we're called forth to give
That future folk might know we lived

Though we find this life too ugly
Rather than turn in silence, smugly

With doggerel or ringing verse
We should cast down our curse

That tomorrow's children read our rhymes
And heed our warnings for all time

April is National Poetry Writing Month

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