I'm wondering at times if in poetry
Psychologists they just might write too~
As with their chosen abilities
How much more they'd read it's true~
Knowing more about the other poets
Then they know of the self within~
I'm sure I can hear the giggling
Of a psychologists poetic whim~
The secrets psychologists could read of
All that many would never know they tell~
Bearing their inner thoughts and feelings
The very thought just now rings a bell~
Most would not know a psychologist
Could really see all that much at all~
As the unknowing write their poetry
With all private secrets written on the wall~
But I guess that we'll never know for sure
As poets are poets after all said and done
And we would not know if a poet was or not
As there's a bit of psychologist in everyone-