Rhyming

I like poems that rhyme.
They have always been a favorite of mine.
A fun little way to unwind
and pass the time.

What a blessing it is to pick up a pen
and choose a world to dive in.
Do I Choose now or then
or somewhere where it all begin?

The words dance and sway.
A series of rules they must obey.

A set of unique chimes for each new design.
The words dance and sing to their own melody.
On what a sight to see.
Words come alive that came from me.

like a jingle stuck on repeat.
I must find the words to match the beat.
Or the cadance inside my mind
Will continue till the end of time
waiting for the perfect word to complete the rhyme.
With little pieces of me left behind.