the sentence.

Perhaps i can make it plain by analogy.
Imagine a machine, not yet assembled.
Each part being quite necessary
To the functioning of the whole:
if the job is fumbled
And a vital piece mislaid
The machine is quite valuless
The workers will not be paid.

It is just the same when constructing a sentence
But here we must be very careful
And lay stress on the extreme importance
Of defining our terms: nothing is as simple
As it seems at first regard.
"Sentence" might well mean to you
The amorous rope of twleves' hard

No, by "sentence" we mean, quite simply, words
Put together like the parts of a machine.
Now remember we must have a verb:
Verbs are words of action like murder, love or sin
But these might be nouns, depending
On how you use them
Already the plot is thickening

Except when the mood is imperative,
that is to say
A command is given like pray, repent, forgive
Except, as i was saying, when the mood is gloomy
i mean imperative.

We need nouns, or else of course
Pronouns; words like maid
man, wedding or divorce

A sentence must make sense.
Sometimes i believe our lives are ungrammatical.
I guess that some of you have misplaced the direct object:
the longer i live
The less certain i feel of anything i do
But now i begin
To digress.

Write down these simple sentences-
I am sentenced. I love: I murder: I sin

By Vernon Scannell. He's a poet who writes more about the dark side of human life.

Long poem i know. And this describes excatly how im feeling.