I sit back in my reclining chair
Thoughts rolling through my head
Why give a poem a title
When it can speak for itself
How I hate writing for likes
I write for the heart to ignite
To give it its own identity
We both made his life contently
Why does my poem need a title?
It makes my life a recital
Give it a chance to withstand
Because a poem has his life within its grip
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