Ode To Words Poem by Krupa ...

Sometimes words really aren't enough
Just a sampling of thoughts, not here to touch

There is a limit to words, there are only a few
But thought is infinite, endless, always brand new

Thoughts and reality are separated by a stage
A narrow passageway called words on a page

Thoughts are perfect, almost sublime
But impossible to see, too little time

Reality is here and in the stone set
What you see is what you get

So that's why we look to words to describe how we feel
When put together right, they can do a great deal.