| Oh To Be A Poet! Oh to be a poet! To put my words in song! So the melody and rhythm sound like they belong. I'd tell my reading audience of beauty so divine and paint a picture so intense their minds could then define. I'd sing lament to youth gone by and just what love should be; and praise all in creation let my words run free! Oh to be a poet that draws a smile or tear; would be a joy in life, but too, would somehow keep me here. |
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