What is the meaning of life?
Why is it that I choose to write...
Poetry, of which no one may care?
Poetry, of which I may never share?
I guess the only thing that matters
In life is that I finally, at last
Get it right. And Poetry...
Is just a means... of getting there.
2024
I think, therefore I write.
Well said Marla 🙂
Another good poem
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Marla Joy
Wed 29th Jan 2025 03:38
I appreciate the likes and comments! Marla