I wonder if at all,
Any of the time,
What life would be like,
Without words to rhyme.
What would the poet do,
If all we could do was speak,
In misaligned utterance,
To reach up to the peak.
What I say is this much I know,
Without words to rhyme,
To ebb and to flow,
A poets mouth would be silenced,
Most of the time.
I wonder if at all,
Any of the time,
What life would be like,
Without words to rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think if there were no words we would find articulate gestures to show how we feel