THE POET
Lonely is the poet in a dingy room.
Words of beauty he will discover soon.
He toils for long hours using his mental powers.
Unseen Angels appear and whisper in his ear.
He writes each piece with emotional release.
Some words are rejected,some he shall keep.
He looses sleep,his wisdom is very deep.
Now is not the time for counting sheep.
He writes in a language of old and new,
This is done by only a few.
Just barely does he eat.
The completion of his work is the real treat.
Concentration of thought is profound.
For he must lasso elusive words and tie them down.
True to his style,
He brings his poetry to an end with a smile.