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They say there is no value
in a poetic form of expression
As if lifes enhancement
is only for monitary gain
Yet my soul still cries for attention
in efforts to remain....sane
While my pockes may grow
from the hard labor
of my physical womans gain
My poetic value
yearns to flow
from creative womans
pleasures and pain
Art is sometimes stunted
when chased by dreamers feet
running to share their intimate feelings
of sweet
I say an artist is a rich man
for the soul is everlasting
and its food will never perish
I say expression of ones love
will withstand the many tosses
of lifes busy
day after day of the same ol way
That..... simply bores me to tears
Looking inwardly I can be
whomever I please
The poetic me that views life
differently
They say there is no value
in a poetic song or melody
I say different
I say priceless
for it shall last an eternity
Now finally my pause is over
for again I am writing
letting nothing again
devalue my craft
