To the children of the world <br /> <br />I know only poems with rhyme <br />That stay in tune with ev’ry clime. <br />I know only poems with beat <br />That make me stand up on my feet. <br />When poets all have breathed their last, <br />And poems are buried in dust, <br />Then children will come out in time <br />To dig the poems, black with grime. <br />And when the cloud of dust is gone, <br />And children are through having fun, <br />They’ll throw away poems like lime <br />But pick up only those with rhyme.<br /><br />Gilbert Pangyarihan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-only-poems-with-rhyme/
