Respect
Nov. 13th, 2025 09:30 pmIn childhood, I would never look
At poems written in a book
The rules were puzzles in a game
And knowing words that end the same
Would bring me praise that I desired.
Now that I am grown and tired,
I look for those who wrote before.
Their works were stars; I but encore.
-K Royka, 11/13/2025
At poems written in a book
The rules were puzzles in a game
And knowing words that end the same
Would bring me praise that I desired.
Now that I am grown and tired,
I look for those who wrote before.
Their works were stars; I but encore.
-K Royka, 11/13/2025