I never did like poetry,

‘Least not in books or school.

There was no A, B; C, B, D, D,

Nor rhythm to beat to.

 

I never did like poetry,

A jumbled mess of words.

The sounds were garbled, mixed and marbled,

Like nothing I had heard.

 

I never did like poetry,

For its mindless ranting on.

But late one evening, tired and weeping,

I read a heartfelt song.

 

I never did like poetry,

I wouldn’t budge my claim.

But if a free bird leapt while a caged one wept,

Then I’d throw the world away.

 

I never did like poetry,

But Maya broke my pride.

As my heart caved in, and I saw my sin,

I knew that I had lied.

 

I guess I DO like poetry,

With rhythm and with sway.

I like the tears and deepest fears,

That heart-felt words allay.  

 

I guess I DO like poetry,

Albeit only some.

I like the songs where we all fight on

To make our cracked lives one.