I Used To Write Good Poetry

I used to write good poetry
But it is good no more.
To make a line rhyme in time
Is just too big a chore.

I used to write of love
And happy days gone by,
But now my mind can't dwell on such
No matter how I try.

I used to write of life

And of youth's great growing pains,
But now I sit in a rocking chair
And listen to the trains.

To think and strain once wasn't needed.

My mind abounded with plenty.
I guess it's 'cause I'm growing old,
For today, I turn'ed twenty!



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