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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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I call of myself a Poet


I call of myself a poet
though some I'm sure would deny
the words that I write are driven by sight
while trying to understand why…
Why does each new day have dark clouds
when only blue sky wakes us from sleep?
Why are our memories all that we have…?
and why is this all that we keep?
I need to write down each new question
so I will know when to write
the answers I hear past love and past fear
man must retreat from the fight.
We battle each other with rapture
think nothing of morals or rights
and people like me are left to decree
no more will this poet fight.
So I call of myself a poet
and I'm sure there are some that deny…
but I'd sooner be me with all I may be
than a reason why others should cry.
 







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