Title: A poem
by Ehren from West Yorkshire | in writing, poetry
A poem is a thing
We try hard to perfect
When we should
Let the words
Be happy
And sing
And take us away
Where they'd like us to go
Cos when we try too hard
We really fall flat
What's the point
There's no need
I'll leave it at that.
Just sitting here minding my own business reading other poems when this poem lept up and got me. Ah Well what can you do.
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