Here lies the feather pen in wait and wonder
now what will I verse today
What prompted this question out of the blue
why did it come this way?
Then a thought, are there not different, trees
and flowers
with every sort of it's kind
So why not there be different penmanship's
in this new modern day and time
Who made up the rules of do's and don'ts
what philosophy did one's bequest
Well it's ok for them, to view a few points
but, rough waters I just love to test
Shakespear and Poe had their own style
and all others left their mark
But who's to say we have to follow their path
who's to say what ignites a spark
One can be open-mined with a joyous insight
not be controlled by another's ideals
And try to look at things as being a challenge
other than that, it's no big deal
Let the feather pen seek territories of bliss
let it soar to heights unknown
For there may well be a lesson at journey's end
that will put wisdom on a throne
Agree or not agree, that is one's choice
but, be sweet whenever you do
For history has shown us, many dark days
how good works still came through
Like the different shades of flowers
and other things there are more than one
So if it be a problem seeing it this way
then you'll never enjoy the sun
So Poet's enjoy this precious life
add a little humor in your pen
Be serious and honest, most of all be just
then your inspiration's will never end
So pour out the ink upon your paper
let it run, let it flow, let it give
And just be thankful for life's smorgasbord
and go on dear poet's and live
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