Everything Happens for a Rhyme 2012 Robert George
Its a Rocky Mountain shack in late December
And an evening storm is rolling in
So Ill grab my notepad while I still remember
Lines of wisdom nestled in the wind
And the weather serves the season
And the seasons tethered close to time
In this world everything happens for a reason
But for poetseverything happens for a rhyme
Carpenters will carve a dresser or a cradle
From a frosty grove thats wintergreen
But a poets nights are futile, slow and fatal
Should his pen refuse to intervene
And the weather serves the season
And the seasons tethered close to time
In this world everything happens for a reason
But for poetseverything happens for a rhyme
O the teardrops of loss, are his rivers to cross
And they keep him searching ever inward
And the midnight sadness and the quiet madness
Are the harvest of his haunted vineyard
Now the softly falling snow becomes confetti
In a lonely night parade of ghosts
And my page is empty but my pen is ready
To revisit friends I miss the most
And the weather serves the season
And the seasons tethered close to time
In this world everything happens for a reason
But for poetseverything happens for a rhyme
