It’s been some time since I’ve tried my hand at poetry. Please bear with me.

What are words on a page
What do they all mean
How come they ripen with age
And nothing’s as it seems

What is their power
What secrets do they hold
When praises they can shower
Then turn to be so cold

How many words make a story
How many a book
How can they make authors worry
So over and over they look

What kind of words are spoken
When one heart fills with love
While another lies broken
And both are fixed from above

What are words period
What is their purpose
When we have such a myriad
But not enough of us


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