Some Were Meant to Rhyme
I attempt to write prose,
But it turns to rhyme.
Why? God only knows;
But it happens all the time.
In following the lead,
My pen glides on.
And soon there's a verse
That chimes like a song.
Such patterns seem to be
Ordained in space time,
Which makes me to believe,
Some poems were meant to rhyme.
© 2009 W.S.
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