We Are the Poem
We're leaves upon the wind it seems,
That somehow find a way.
Observers of a world with dreams.
That long to have their say.
Our thoughts like rhythmic water flow
Into the ocean's song.
And we create the boats that row.
So all can sail along.
We're laureates and troubadours,
Writers of the woe.
Ancient sands upon the shores.
Wind and rain and snow.
Pleasure, pain and misery.
Reflections of the mind.
We're all of life, a potpourri
Of verse for all mankind.
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Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014
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