Word Playing Is Nothing Much Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Here we are again once more
With our new songs of poetry
Letting the heart be self assure
And its wings just drifting free

Right or wrong is not the trick
But what you can and will do
To your schemes of worthy stick
And the best parts are up to you

Word playing is nothing much
Anybody can a puzzle resolve
Feeling inside and being in touch
That is the way to be involve
Rambling words are incomplete
May feel right for a short time
But not when it is what you read:
“It is without a reason in its rime”

So take away the complex thought
Give your answers another try
What shouldn't be and what ought
Might just open to questions why