The rhythm, the  rhyme,

It doesn’t all seem right

If the poem talks not to me

All rhythm, all rhyme,

But nothing to me

I don’t understand, why?

A  rhythm, a rhyme,

Far ahead of my sight

Tis’ lost upon me

Rhythms, rhymes,

Are truly not for me

So I’ll leave ’em be!

By Aravis

An Inkling