Forgiveness, From Words:
Our writer here inscribes us to speak in lovely rhyme.
To always speak so pleasantly, seems like such a crime.
If a person started speaking to you in speedy meter,
Would you think it real life or a sudden burst of theatre?
With pomp and vivid life force a meter does pump.
But to speak of life's dark moments is something worth more thought.
To rhyme at any whim each day could serve as great distraction,
But to speak with eloquence in prose shows not but great infraction?
So here we are. Minds at work, and charged to entertain.
But to speak with real sense of mind one must be sporadic as the rain.
No thoughts re-done, nor words bemused.
The lines should flow through smooth.
Words cannot speak, for they are only to be spoken.
But hats off to the prose of poetry!
You have been horribly used.
