Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
We write for many reasons. I can't even count the ways
We coin our words to entertain with some poetic phrase.
Whenever I take pen in hand, I do the best I can
To bring a spot of happiness to the common man.
Some people write for other poets. Nothing wrong with that.
Recognition from ones peers will never be old hat
And only other poets know the challenges we face
Combining words and phrases with agility and grace.
The common man knows little of those rhythms, accents, spikes,
Or those iambic thingys, but he sure knows what he likes
And that's the person I prefer to be my biggest fan.
That's why I dedicate my poems to the common man.
A poem needs to make some sense. It doesn't need to rhyme
But needs to be well-structured with a purposeness in mind.
It needs to strike some chord within. It needs to have a plan
If it's to be accepted by a simple, common man.
The common man's exactly that. He may not be 'top class',
His tastes may lean toward rib-eye steak, not pheasant under glass.
Norm Rockwell, not Picasso, may be his choice of art,
And, when he looks at poetry, he reads it with his heart.
He grows the crops and tends the land to put food on our plate.
He keeps the factories going strong by working long and late.
He fights the wars and gives his life to keep our country free
And he deserves the best we have to give in poetry.
I'm proud to be a common man. I'll hold my head up high.
I'll praise God and salute the flag as it goes passing by.
I'll vow with every breath I take to do the best I can
And, with delight, I'll always write for the common man.
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