A Verse Poem by Leslie Alexis

I seek to lay a verse
One that is very terse.
With mixed meter and rhyme
Destined to last for all time.
Yet wealth is not my aim
Neither is worldly fame.
For death is not much worse
Than the burden of their curse.
I seek to lay a verse
A weapon in one’s purse
That’s hidden deep within
I seek to invite you in.
I seek to lay a verse
One that kids will rehearse.
Like doctor and his nurse
To make you better, not worse,
To heal self of the ill
To conquer prosaic will.
I seek to lay a verse
One that is very terse.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis