Connie Peters' poems in progress
Friday, September 20, 2013
O, Lord, how can I find the time
to put my words into a rhyme?
And why should I use up my brain
and dump my efforts down the drain?
Will poetry become my bane—
to rhyme so much I’ll go insane?
O, can I stand the stress and strain?
Is all my hard work done in vain?
Has this become my sin and crime
or will it be my joy sublime?
Connie L. Peters
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