Poem
A poem is much like a life.
Painfully twisted and torn,
At times loved and reborn.
But let me assure you it is no fairytale.
In a life there is that grueling time
And like a poem it lacks the rhyme.
Yet only the rarest of us bend down
And can truly see beyond the frown.
StandingBear commented on Poem
06-03-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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