This poem is based on the picture below :
Troubled
I've been practicing this one song
But I've never been able to get it right
It's been three years since my wife left me
And I've been failing at life
I let the beats flow as I play the piano
My cousin does the same when playing the banjo
But it seems to me the rhythms not right
Or my hands too big and my minds too tight
And I'm so fed up with my unfair life
A college dropout, that's what I am
One thing I'll never be is a rhythm less man
I really like your poem. When you reads it out loud, there's a rhythm. There's a lot of end line rhyming. Good Job!
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