Oh poet since you first took pen
What is it yours to write-
Is there anything you cannot express
Regardless be it day or night-
An earth so vast in all of time
So much to write about and see-
Of past,present and future
All in all of them that be-
Every emotion , poetic sight by the ocean
Every world wide personality-
All that lives and dies , on earth and fly's
On land , in space,upon and within the sea-
The good , the bad , happy and the sad
All written of in and over time-
By the poet since poetry began
So very far back down the line-
Some of which write of one thing
Others write of life it's true-
Poetry to me it seems to be
Of life ,love ,all upon earth right through-
What upon earth has no poetic worth
What if anything can a poet never say-
Is there anything a poet can not express or explain
To minds , hearts , souls come what may-