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A poem to remind myself of who I am
I’ve been accused of being wordy
Those that know me know I’m flirty
Never will they call me dirty
It seems that I am getting wordy
How else may I recall this day
Or any other in a way
Without the use of my words at hand
How else would I show where I stand
If I were now to be the fool
And leave my words my own true tool
To set aside what I do well
As each time I rhyme I cast a spell
These are hard times so many say
And I the poet must obey
With words that give a lift a tone
In hopes I show the world has grown
Alas it’s true I failed again
My words changed nothing with my pen
We hurt the ones that live so close
We make fun and jest and too often boast
I’ll try again next morning’s sun
In hope I can create some fun
With words I write from dreams past night
If I get wordy please help me get it right.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #246)
