To what purpose does man write?
And to whom will it be heard?
For some it be to send you affright
And some to reveal the absurd
Others to invigorate a humdrum life
Or to rewrite it at any strife
Perhaps to enlighten and free the mind
Maybe a skulking propagator to steer mankind
The wise set out to teach the young and naïve
Let not their virtue fall deaf, and it they shall conceive
As boundless as the sky, so be the gamut of writing
From libraries its song is oh so inviting
A cavalcade of chaos and order resides inside
To bestow shelter to minds of the tired and tried
21/4/2022
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Author:
A.B. Jakobs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A short ode for the stupendous and immensely complex artform of writing.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Yes to all! Great lines.
Thank you very much Rozina. It fills me with great joy to know that you enjoyed it!
Great piece, I feel like as long as there is feeling in it, whether it's sadness,joy, love or laughter,
It is always worth reading, and is in everything we read or write, thank you for sharing
Thank you. If you found something in it for the spirit or otherwise, I think it was well worth sharing!
It most definitely is
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