To budding new poets who value your time
The very best option for you may be rhyme
Though simple by nature a rhyme says a lot
Like words on a cake that your mother has bought
For rhyme is the frosting that covers your poem
A time of defrosting for lovers at home
The dance of two words in a meter you fill
The romance of birds in a sweeter new bill
The part of a writer is cheap in a way
The heart of a fighter you keep on display
The groove in your past is the way you begin
To prove you can last on the day that you win
Now poems which are pretty are never so free
But those which are witty are clever to me
The sound of the voice that you share in the ring
Is bound by the choice of the care that you bring
So if you like writing and singing as well
But nothing exciting is ringing your bell
Nor anything priming the spring of your mind
Then maybe your rhyming is something to find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem