A Poem Without A Rhyme
'T is a poem, a poem without a rhyme,
Like some music without a beat,
Kingdom sans it's queens or kings,
With no rhythm, a life.
To make it amusing, I tried,
Yet trying it was to rhyme not.
And away it's beauty I took,
For if rhyme it did so,
How can it be,
A poem without a rhyme.
Senseless it may be, my poem,
But life as it is,
No beauties real for true,
No joy yet only laughter hollow;
Life, A poem without a Rhyme.
G.K
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