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A new poem on Sunday,
An old poem on Monday,
A sad poem on Tuesday,
A glad poem on Wednesday,
On Thursday no poem, only silence,
But silence can be poetry,
On Friday, a love poem,
Did you know that 90% of all love poems written are lost?
On Saturday, a last poem, and if the eagle flies, he takes it with him.
Copyright © 2011 by Cheryl Hanna
This little poem is another reminder that poetry is also part of everyday life—not something to be held in reserve for special occasions. I don't know about that 90% though, I think the poet may be a little bit cynical. 50% maybe, but in yet another sense, no love poem is ever truly lost.