Poems From The Humble Heart

Where was I going with this?

I tend to sit with my head in my hand,
Trying to make sense of the things I don't understand.
There are so many questions I ponder about life.
Like why mine seems to be riddled with strife.
I don't intend to play the victim,
But my life plays out like an unfunny sitcom!
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I know those words don't quite rhyme,
But I don't quite have a lot of time.
And I know it's no crime
Not to rhyme.
But I like my poems to have a musical rhythm.
I don't follow the crowd, I never go with them.
Call me old fashioned or preferably retro.
But I've been this way from the get go.
I don't know how I ended up here
But poetry is something I hold quite dear.