Poetry is life and life is worth living.
Poetry is life,
and life is worth living,
Poetry is a part of us,
from the bedroom to the court room.
Narrative, alternation,
sit in solemn silence
the songbird sang,
a sweet tune.
Life is the time between
birth and death
in death, does the poetry vanish?
The poet dies, but the essence of
his legacy, live on.
Therefore we lived our life's
surrounded by poetry
from the executives board
and on to the court rooms
Lawyers are theatrical performers,
Majestically fibbers,
Your "honor "my client is wrongfully accused,
the punishment does not fit the crime,
therefore, if the gloves do not fit, acquit!
My client did not broke into the plaintiff house
the door was ajar,
anyone with twenty-twenty vision would have seen it,
from a far,
and the stolen jewels was on display.
anyone could have taken the jewels on that day."
Poetry is a part of our lives
the prove is in the pudding
Your honor Mr. Browne did not killed his wife,
Mrs, Browne stumbled and fell on to the knife,
Luckily for me I discovered my talent
and my love for the art,
Poetry is not dead,
its within us, mostly in our head.