Poetry

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They told me I would write a poem every day.

After all, it’s what poets do.  Isn’t it?

Yes, well: come what may

My corner of the library will never be well lit.

I cannot see to write anything.

My ink blots all over the page.

Poetry: it’s for the learned and the aristocracy,

Not for the poor and young in age.

Yet, they asked me to write a few lines.

So I am writing them.

But this is all too fine

For me to really see.  It’s dark, and this is on a whim.

But they told me to write a poem every day.

After all, it’s what poets do.

 

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