I wish I could write a poem
on the last day of this time
But apparently I can’t
I just know to rhyme

I have been told several times
“You don’t always have to rhyme
 There are other ways to write”
But I don’t think that it’s a crime

Little Orphant Annie and
The ride of Paul Revere
Were the poems I grew up with
And I hold them very dear

So I’ll stay true to what I know
And try to stay upbeat
Writing rather silly poems 
While trying to fill a sheet

This has been my magic place
I go to every day
Unearthing all the treasures
That others have to say

I’ll miss everyone I met
And wish we had more time
You’re my hidden, secret world
And it’s been just sublime