Wordsmith and poets, weave-sew Phrases-words, kneaded like dough Mixed together, eased into verse Poetry-descriptive, kind not a curse
Lyrics of songs, can't control fate Lighthearted banter, can act as bait Strung together, a storyline unfolds Whatever the subject, gentle or bold
Words lead to a journey, possible delight Encouraging followers, with hidden insights As a patchwork quilt, tells those who know Where fabric came from, the dressmaker sews
Memories, reminders from a former time of life Gift giving pleasure, brings happiness not strife Poets can tell a story, as song lyrics can weave Dreams of hope and pleasure, joy another receives
So smile when you read, or sing a song for pleasure Maybe it holds special words, you can treasure From back in time, unlocking memories past Triggering the mind, so special thoughts last
Written words so special, to memorize over time. Woven by the wordsmith, to retain in the mind Released into a moments, unlocking-images-signs Yet all they really are, words strung to form a line.