Reintroduction

A surprising delight, To once again write. Words from my brain, That has been under strain. Maybe rhyming will help me cope, Be a psychological antidote. For a struggled life, Of endless strife. Living is sad, When like a hatter you're raving mad. It's been so long, The scheme is wrong. An adolescent story, Made with vocabular inventory. An immature and whining scribe, Again attempting to derive. Some stress relieving noble reading, About a life the author's leading. Poorly displayed, Weakly played. Hopefully with time, Comes mastery of rhyme. Production of a piece, That's worth the ink and elbow grease. Sept. 2010