Some Things Don't Change, it Seems

One of my granddaughters plays nearby.
She sings.  Her song is quiet, unfamiliar,
Made to suit herself.  It brings to her life
Both order and pleasure, I think.  I smile.
I'm here at my desk with my keyboard,
Also singing, after a fashion, putting
My thoughts into order with music, maybe
For someone, I'll post what I'm writing,
But mostly to suit myself.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-22 at 00:43

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a mirror of how I feel most of the time. The logic of your poem cannot be ignored. 'Unto thyself be true' comes to mind. Nice one, Lawrence.

Wow! So true; we all have our poetry - the granddaughter's as well as ours, all uniquely individual that brings a spark and pleasure and all of it mostly, to suit ourselves! Beautiful and organically connected. Thanks for sharing. Rik