I write poems some happy, some sad
Most sound like I’m going mad,
Perhaps one day I’ll realise my talents
Perhaps one day I’ll find my balance.
I rhyme about dreams & hope they’ll stay
But dreams have a habit of fading away,
I’ll write them down even if they’re shattered
So I’ll remember when they actually mattered.
Poetry is a hobby & my therapy choice
To express my feeling & to raise my voice,
So I’m singing now my rhyming hymns
In those moments when life turns grim.