This poem has no reason <br />Just the repetition of rhyme <br />Words to be forgotten <br />A memory soon to fade with time <br />When there is no point <br />Is there any point at all <br />Words that say nothing <br />Upon deaf ears must fall <br />Trying to be clever <br />Idling away the day <br />Vanities stroking ego <br />So with these words I play <br />This is an act of folly <br />My waste of an afternoon <br />This ode owes much to impatience <br />I reached for my pen too soon<br /><br />NikMorgan ...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wasted-ink/
