Where Have All The Poets Gone? - Poem by Joseph Anderson
Where are the poets of my youth,
Who knew the power of rhyme?
They opened doors to life for me,
Enchanted with their imagery
And ennobled man's humanity;
It was a better time.
Now they choose to write in free verse,
Free from substance, style and rhyme
And I get lost along the way,
Intent on what they mean to say;
I yearn for yesterday, today
And the harmony of that time.
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