TEARS OF MY SOUL

In rhyme and verse
I order my chaos.
Give rhythm to this life
and a lil’ reason to laugh.
I cling to immortality
with tentacles of charity;
sharing bits of my soul,
performing the divine role.
With all my strength I’ll serve
and never lose my nerve,
for service obliviates our need,
and thus, joy we find indeed.
To renew my inner resources,
and expurgate my emotional excesses,
I’ve been given a pen, paper and a poem;
to always remind me of who I am.

These are not words
but tears of my soul.
Wherever they fall,
my legacy stands.

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