Life would be tough without the ‘R’
As nothing would be round
No twinkling stars in skies afar
No rainbows could be found
And roads would be a legacy
In figments of the mind
If this should be one’s destiny
To leave the ‘R’ behind.

A dream would fade into the sea
As if it did not live
And galas would not come to be
With no presents to give
No balls would roll; no rain would fall
No dew would rest on grass
If we’d decide, one and all
The ‘R’ to up and pass.

Autumn would be the only season
With no mild springtime days
Without the ‘R’, no rhyme or reason
Could be seen in the ways
We choose to live, as right and wrong
Would not happen in time
The ‘R’ allows rhythm in song –
The ringing in wind chimes.

Life would be tough, without the ‘R’
No birds would cross the sky
And in the end, no memories
Would live beyond goodbye
Convinced we are, the letter ‘R’
Is the best loved, indeed
By friends and relatives afar
As the letter most in need.

© 2005 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection