The best poetry of the day
is written by children
Or Mom's and Dad's praising children
Or daughter praising Mom
Be it son praising dad
Praising those of deed who passed along
Remembering the old days as a lad
That dog that would give his life for you
That little seed a tree that grew
Its not the poets pride that is important
Nor sometimes even those words spoken
Its what comes from the heart
Words of wisdom for others you impart
For the poetry of the day
Well make another poet read and say
I had those same feelings on this day
So the war of poets to find them number one
Is so meaningless when the day is done