More poetry for final project

Note Collection





All there is to life



Is a collection of notes



Many sour, many sweet.







All they do is bow



For our arrangement



Like a river's flow



For tools are they



But we are not.







A craftsman attempt to



Perfect the craft may fail



But as it does a new thing is learned



And new notes are made for the arrangment.







Every failed poem and story



A new note is made



For out of all things bad come many



Things good.











New Poem:
At a Bay






Nonsense may they say



While your at a bay



To be thrown amongst the Fray



And onto a tray.







Sense does it lay



Upon the sun's ray



And upon the end of day



Shall it bloom in May.







Not every kiss begins with KAY's



For those who have pay



Are still led astray



And have no way.







There's no more hay



In the alley



That's what they say



On their display.







But it makes no sense.