Poetry is an art we keep on learning
And the school never has a vacation.
Each day we engage in skill sharpening,
Perfecting grammar and our punctuation.
Like a painter, we can't just throw paint,
All around a canvas and call it 'artwork.'
The theme and colors would just look quaint
With no balance, beauty, and worth.
So when we take on the pen we must,
Have love for the art, strive to do well.
Works sloppily done do gather dust,
And the readers, they can surely tell.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~05.27.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem