To Sing a Lullaby
Location
93106
United States
34° 25' 2.4204" N, 119° 51' 14.7744" W
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Such a shame, the existence of the words is lost,
Into depressed poetry, written unclearly.
But I write to me (the few), and for the one (the many)
Who breathes gently, waiting to hear me.
A ghost of the times I suffered through;
I mustn't forget you croaked them too.
Forced into our throats, decency--
Coughed back up, this poetry.
Such a shame, that upon being inspired,
We're just out of luck, as our "genius!" had expired.
Happens all the time.
Anyone can make a rhyme.
And what in the world would it matter
If the better poem isn't the sadder??