Peter S. Quinn
Sonnet 152, The Gift Of Words... - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
The gift of words, are within all to reach,
Wisdom and faith with inspiration goes;
You'll be rewarded, which fluently shows,
Past knowledge, this all, before did teach.
There's no word unworthy, on this to preach,
Vocabulary gains, continues, grows;
Shall be rewarded, in poetry, prose,
Spontaneous, meticulous, verse, speech.
Time will then be critic to all you say,
Coming generations shall know the truth
And gain their knowledge according to this.
For nothing unworthy with time shall stay,
Whether done with rules or freshness of youth;
To think otherwise, - just a vainly bliss.
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