More I the fool

More I the fool, for wasting time, for writing verse for writing rhyme
I should use my time for those who follow, as did Zeus as did Apollo
Like the god of truth and prophecy, I prepare for those that see
There is no secret rendezvous, no tryst, or hidden fond adieu

Just words set out as I see things, my look on life and all it brings
I write of nature how we abuse it, I try to show how we can use it
I write of love, its joy and pain, I write of children who cry in vain

More I the fool to think that I can show the way to happiness
It's in your hands, how things will be, if we succeed if we progress
So take this world, it's for the young, not for us poets all unsung
But if you read what I have writ, more I the fool to think to quit

For if one word, one verse, one rhyme, should make you think
More I the fool, I waste no time.


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