These are the days that I praise
When I feel the fortitude,
The strength to face the charades,
Feel the momentum,
To master the maze,
I’m still seeking that page,
That stage, that way,
That I can reach you,
To be a light through the haze.
Let me be ablaze and embrace,
The strength to not shy away,
Let me paint this world a self portrait,
Let it startle and amaze,
Let us seek into that which,
We now create,
The views and perspective,
Of the kids that we raise,
What is it we’re passing down?
What do our words & actions portray?
I’m seeking the veins,
Let this not be a phase,
The appraisal of our lives seems,
A crying shame,
I wish to be alive each and every,
Three hundred and sixty five days,
And so I praise the days,
That help me seek a better way.
Nicely done. Not many are able to pull off a rhyme like that, but you did it with finesse and without sacrificing the intended meaning. Bravo! š
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Thanks so much Sarah! It’s always interesting to see what you can still say with detail while keeping to a particular rhyme scheme. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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It was definitely interesting and the rhyme wasn’t a distraction, which isn’t often the case. š
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