Makes me prone,
   To rhythm in words,
   I po?
   I know....
   Useless? Yes, quite so.

   What good is a person who hears the ups and downs of life as a
   song?

   It's not that he's quite right
   Or in any which way quite wrong.

   Yet cursed to write in prose because
   The world can't hear his tune.
   So I blunder on and on and hope*
   My song will come out soon.