I was at the library

Looking for books to read

I found the poetry section

And saw buy those was necessary


Longfellow in gold

On a beautiful soft cover

I flipped through the pages

I could see it was old


I bought the book and found my favorite lines

'If thou art worn...'

I memorised them 

And kept them at the front of my mind


Though I knew I would never be as great 

I started rhyming

Trying to capture the essence of things with words

But that I could never duplicate


With such ease he wrote

And my attempts were futile

So now I sit and rhyme

Knowing the only good poems I have are quotes


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