Sonnet to Poetry
Although today’s the last day,
Poetry, this is far from adieu.
From you I can’t seem to go astray.
I can’t stop from writing you.
When it came to speaking, I was never good with words,
they just never seemed to come to my mind.
And when it came to explaining my emotions, it got worse
I could never express myself in time.
But, oh, how you came to my aid
when I wanted to explain myself.
You helped me write just what to say
I’ll never put you back on the shelf.
A way of expression, not by speech, but by precious melody.
To reaching the hearts of people, a valued key.