Cause

Poetry is like a pill
that keeps my nervous neurons still
and helps to elevate my mood
with every therapeutic thrill,

it keeps me strong like healthy food
that makes me grow the more it’s chewed—
I rub my hands and smack my lips
for hunger shouldn’t be eschewed.

Like honeyed wine that sweetly drips
I quaff the eloquence of quips
whose heady essence makes me think,
inviting long exquisite sips;

it’s captured in the colored ink
my thirsty skin was quick to drink
and when I’m saddled with chagrin
it always makes me smile and wink.

Yes poetry is everything
to me you see, and so much more
at times it seems the only thing
in this life worth living for.