My bodies strength limits me,
my mind still strains to roam,
seeking far places, sometimes all alone.
Written words lift me away
with verse floating my wings,
soaring me to people, places, things.

A world uplifting, a world sometimes sad,
good and evil do exist,
ripe for metaphor to convey another twist.
Poetry can touch the world
and shakes perception free
with acuity eyes may refuse to see.

Ideas arrive lacking any form,
words beat across my mind
waiting for me to add some rhyme.
Sharing notes of experience
can be the keys of life melody,
poetry provides the chords.

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