The morning horn gives a call
When I dance by the mall
In poetrys crystal hall
Saying that Ieave all
And row downas a ball
Fast and not as a doll
But to leave poetrys ray
And row down where riches lay
To leave in a wealthy way
Which could cost me a sad day
It was better I hd my prey
Which is none but poetrys rey
If I go down from poetrys rick
I think I would go sick
When I try to tossingly pick
From riches golden brick
Which appears as a trick
I think I would die quick
For I know I'll one day climb
To poetrys golden clime
Through its silvern lime
Which never cost a dime
But only a sufficient time
To get all itstreasure rime
Give me poetry or I die
For it vessels never lie
And would take me high
Even higher than I try
As it's well never run dry
And can of all treasure buy
Give Me Poetry Or I Die
Williams Emmanuel
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/23/2020
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