No need to tell me of the death of rhyme
Or of the prose like poetry of our time
And when you tell me that poets are only few
You are not saying anything that is new
But when you tell me what is or is not poetry
Then this is where we come to disagree
Your ideas on what is poetry with me fine
Though they are very different to mine
We all do look at life quite differently
And what's great to you may not be so to me
Through our different eyes a different World we do see
That's how it is and that's how 'twill always be
Long before you were born back in my life's prime
In a changing Literary World the death took place of rhyme.
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