What good is poetry,
If you can't understand.
What I've written down,
With my own trembling hand.
What good are words,
So complex and long,
If they make you feel,
Like you don't belong.
What good is a metaphor,
If you just can't see,
What the similarity,
Is supposed to be.
What good is poetry,
If you just can't relate.
The words on the page,
To sweet love or hate.
And what good is a rhyme,
If it doesn't make sense.
Rhyming for rhymes sakes,
Is just kind of....dense.
10/1/10 Alton Texas
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