Self-Evaluation of Works

Fri, 04/25/2014 - 03:57 -- LeeLee

I know not how others
Compose words so fair;
For my pathetic efforts
Can not compare.

Those of the past ages
Made great works of art;
While I throw words together
That I should part.

My poems but simple rhymes,
Bland without feeling.
No purpose, cause for being,
Without meaning.

But still I continue
Laboring this way.
Though I have no true talent;
My words no sway.

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