A Most, Deser'Ved Peace. Poem by Michael Gale

Nothing in life, should be a detractor...
Except, maybe an accepted, added, adder.

An escaped idea, perhaps, this chatter...
Fore on the forefront, beseech, this matter.

An avoided, smartened, matter...
Can make unto me, a morphed to platter.

Reckon, thy wrecked, wretched niece...
Give me at peace, a lessened, piece.

For, on the morn', of sudden, lease...
To this dear life, I reach for, a most, deser'ved-peace.