Or I could be a poet,
And write a different story,
One that tells of glory,
And wipes away the lies
To the skies I'd throw it,
The stars would do the telling
The moon would help with spelling
And night would dot the i's
I'd write a verse,
Recite a joke, with wit and perfect timing
I'd share my heart, confess the things I yearn
And do it all while rhyming
But we all learn...