Without
By: Joi Maree Flowers
Without space to move
Without ears to hear
Without words to speak
Without an audience to cheer
Without lyrics to write
Without a drum to beat
Without a band to play
Without a singer to sing
Without sleep to dream
Without a reason to mean
Without a hope to have
Without seeds to plant into the soil
Without water sprinkled to nurture its growth
No roots will sprout forth
Therefore no tree will grow
Without a path to follow
Without a door to enter
Without a sight to see
There's no tomorrow to be
As is poetry
Without a metaphor
Such is life
Without a purpose
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