The living of it creates our history
It clings to our day through the things that we do
Pulsates through our nights in the dreams we pursue
Poetry is right there in the things we all see
Inspiring, transpiring, aspiring us to be
May come complicated or in a smooth way
In waking or sleeping, in work or at play
In patterns and colours - in quiet, with sounds
In everyday actions our living surrounds
We each have our habits exclusive to us
Performing each with or without any fuss
Our lives are all different and always unique
We struggle but manage our strengths with our weak
Our lives, as we live it has structures essential,
And each structural part has poetic potential.
We limit ourselves, yet we are limitless
How great is our being is anyone’s guess
We control those things we want others to know
And hold back on things that we don’t want to show
Emotions are ruled by the head and the heart
Of life’s ebbs and flows we are always a part
Through rhyme and with reason our lives clearly show
We move to the beat of a poetic flow
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