Poems

Poems, oh poems,
what is it about you,
that make people do,
the things that they do.

You help them express,
feelings unseen,
some of them loving,
some are obscene.

You help them tell,
their stories to all,
all who care to listen,
you answer their call.

Without you oh poems,
where would I be,
would I be different,
I would probably.

For with you I'm better,
it has been seen,
you are my comfort,
my poem therapy.