The Master of Rhyme

Why have all the years gone wrong
Why couldn’t the poet sing a love song
To the girl who listened with open ears
For the words that could evoke happiness tears

Instead the poet wrote of unsatisfied love
Themes of sadness and hopes to rise above
All the common and ordinary men
While the vibrant young girl became a broken woman

She grew tired of waiting to hear the words
And sought another for the bees and the birds
And while she was gone from the master of rhyme
He found the word “Love” but it was not in time

His beautiful words had imperfect meter
Here ears and her heart would not let them greet her
A little too late even though they were his best
Now without her love, he lets his pen rest.

©1970 David P. Cannon
1-13-1970