With the weight of the world,
everyday bearing down,
even when the load is light,
we need to express.
Its got to come out someway,
either in words or mouth say.

Some things can't be said,
even though we've highly paid.
Quite a few things can,
flow through the poetic hand.
If I wasn't trying to poet,
don't really know how
I would flow it.

No one likes to listen,
almost everyone wants too talk.
Even a poets words might lie blind,
lost on a universe page.
But sitting and downloading,
does help one in unloading.

As I ponder my thoughts,
I forget about most of my naughts.
Figuring out a poetic rhyme,
does thrill time.
Some run to the bar and drink,
others pick up a pen and ink.

G