It occurs to me from time to time
To wonder who will find my rhyme
Which sneaks onto the Internet
With no bright lights around its neck…
Unconsidered trifles fire my pen;
They pop up in my sights, and then
As though I’m running a fast race
Words jostle to fit into place!
I make no claim to magic skill
It’s just I make words rhyme at will
This hobby is such fun to share
And connect with YOU - out there!
We’re all plagued with too much ‘stuff’
And crisis-ridden news is tough
So, poetry is just my way
Of coping with the world today!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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