Its A Crime Poem by Daniel Hooks

It’s a crime
To make a poem rhyme
People might listen.

It’s a crime
To hear a bell chime
When you’ve done nothing.

It’s a crime
To make a poor decision
Without revision.

Precepts, concepts, when were they given?
Being perfect is not achievable so be forgiven.

Perfect day
Perfect in every way
But still you don’t seize it.
Perfect candle perfectly lit
But still you don’t appreciate it.
Because when you do its gone
Then the night comes and its long.