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Poetry is forever with us,
As long as thoughts become words,
Phrases and sentences.
As long as sentences become paragraphs,
Separated into lines, should they rhyme or not,
And if that means the poetry is the epitome
Of the elegance of eloquence,
Then great blessings must surely follow.
Therefore poetry is forever with us,
As long as the human heart experiences
Both joy and sorrow and even love or hate,
For in this world which we live,
We see it full of contrasts and comparisons,
Worthy of a poet's final hour of life to share
Before that long-slept sleep
Takes charge of the mortal frame
And bids both soul and spirit enter
The greatness of that realm beyond
That Man has called Eternity.
Denis Martindale. April 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem