I shall rhyme,

to keep the time.

AA

BB

CC

Don’t forget, DD.

I shall count

so as to know my syllables amount.

One

Two

Three

One, two.

Though, while I may count and rhyme,

my purpose is not only to keep the time.

It’s truly about the emotion;

the power of words well chosen.

See, I know of my power to make you cry

to make your heart twist shrivel up and die.

I even understand how to make

you laugh heartily enough you quake.

I see more than most know,

I see exactly how to help you grow.

AA BB CC DD… perhaps even EE

I hate the structure of it at times

I wish I could speak the way I wanted.

To flow unperturbed in ways only I could decide,

To move like an ocean rather than a pool.

I do not wish to be stagnant,

I want to rise and dip. Wax and wane.

I want to grow with you.

I want to spread my wings and fly like the birds written in me.

But alas i cannot

For no one has ever given me that shot

So instead

It shall be AA BB CC DD until I’m dead.

Dont feel too badly for me though

For I experience a world unlike any you could know.

I know the joy brought by a baby’s smile,

For young mothers wrote of it for a while.

I know the sorrow in a widow’s heart,

the suffering of being forever apart.

I know the rage in a warrior’s brow,

though it isn’t written of as intimately now.

I know the misery of those shipwrecked, lost at sea

For I’ve tirelessly described the debris.

I know the grief in a childless father’s eyes

slicing deeper than any whiskey could disguise.

I know the scorn of women

for they write often in prison.

I know the hearts of evil men too,

for they also write me as they stew.

I know too of the inspiring young writer

for they make my world shine a bit brighter.

I have the pleasure of knowing many hearts truth be told

whether young or old,

blackened or gold,

weak willed or bold.

So, as I said, don’t feel bad for us, whether

A Limerick or a Haiku or an Epic unlike any other

because you, dear reader, are what brings us together.