I want to walk down poetry lane.
Before my thoughts wane.
I want to write a rhyme.
While I’m in my prime.
It will get likes.
And get people psyched.
It will be from the heart.
And people will read it after I depart.
The poem will be funny.
And make your day sunny.
So as I stroll down poetry lane.
Here’s a poem from my brain.
RGH
3-29-19
