There is no reason there is no rhyme.
I'm just doing it passing the time.
It's not that it feels good or feels right.
To know the difference keeps day light.
It occupies my mind and my soul.
Thinking about it, fills my goal.
Writing poetry seems to do good.
Doing writes just thought I would.
'know the difference'
See more poems by panther811
View this poem
Comment on this poem