Collectioning Words Poem by Phil Soar

Collecting words for use in Rhymes and such
Has always been support for me, a crutch
Accounting for these things I often pen
Resulting in a poem now and then
Using them with ease and sometimes straining
To make them mean something without complaining
I hope when finished, someone understands
How easily words flow, when in my hands
An epitaph, a dirge, a song or two
Developing from words I look up too
A dictionary in my own little mind
Helping me to use the ones I find
Collecting words has always been a blessing
An ease to pen, without the need for guessing