Two Poems by Joseph Ohmer
The beginning was fun but lost.
Who could know misdirection and fear
I start as a blank slate
Numbers then letters fill up my surface.
When will it END?
These three NEW letters ADD greater weight than ANY others,
If I could just master these three,
So many NEW lessons AND rules NOW ADD to my games.
CAN I keep up with minds multiples greater than mine?
I MAY NOT grow past those minds,
If I CAN keep growing no matter HOW great or small,
That is THE truth.
This article was provided by 2010 Poetry Month at TheBody.com.
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