The Wonders of Our Words
Isn’t it strange how this poem is just
A combination of twenty-six letters,
A variation of lines on a page
As any poem is just the same,
In this case at least, and yet
They somehow manage to convey such themes
As death and laughter, regretful tones.
In simple strokes of ink or lead
Lie the raw emotions of a life
And revelations of the mind
To be interpreted, remembered, loved.
Laid blank and bare upon the page
Just a combination of the same