no rhyme, no reason, no character the poem had no relationship with an ancient mariner the words just stumbled along looking for a home the poem even sought advice from the garden gnome
even the writing muse shook her head she said no line could be writ with a golden thread despite the obstacles the poem kept trudging along the page had to be filled come right or wrong
and then in a dream the character appeared a hero who said there was nothing to be feared said she, the words you seek are a dime a dozen and most are as enjoyable as a kissing cousin
the poem was ecstatic, giggling with delight the ideas kept coming day and night adieu the hero said, my job is done here she said the poems model should be Shakespeare
so is this a sonnet, to be or not to be probably. with just an extra quatrain, as you can see
a birthday today God blessed him to live this long now older than dirt
pleasant memories abound a simple life lived with love
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Poem:
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The only truth we have is the real life we have lived haim, life in Hebrew, to the rav from memory the past is derived
ego’s pride makes up the lies the false life we wanted to live trying to avoid the booby prize avoiding effort we needed to give
was it real or was it a dream times swift pace makes life a blur layers of reality from a deep running stream ambitions which events had us defer
Tomorrow, God granted, will we live the truth with real can we be contented or must we seek the fountain of youth
don’t waste time waiting for the last dance if you are given that last chance live a life that you want to be true a life with no lies is easy to review
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