I Write Poetry

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by: Rob Paquin

Swept up.
Carried away.
Floating through the better
thoughts of today.
Just took my soul
and I poured it away.
Through the fray
And dismay
And all manner of gray
I gave it my all
But it didn't quite pay

Like a play
On a stage
The performers all caged
The malice intended
Only tempered by rage
Like a Sage
Making waves
Tolerance gets betrayed
Up and down go the acts
And the acts all cascade

So it goes
Down the road
We all hate to impose
But our need is just greater
Than the other needs that we know
So it flows
Seeds are sowed
And so often it shows
That what we signed up for
Was not quite
what was owed

Still with grins
Blow the winds
The faces have twins
Heard the lines that were practiced
Just to hear them again
The sinners are sinning
And we all have our sins
Look to the future
Try to grow some new skin

Still remains
Questions gained
Thoughts I need to constrain
The answer unfounded
By small bouts of disdain
Bring the rain
Bring the pain
Bring the bells that you rang
But when the buzzer has sounded
You'll know then
It's No Game.

~The Snowdog