The Poet's Toast

THE  POET'S  TOAST                                   Frank Halliwell                                     Jimboomba, Australia.           Hail, poets! Raise your glasses           For I'd like to make a toast           To thoughts that dissipated            With the sunrise, like a ghost.           Here's to all those moving words          That might have brought renown!         Those words that stirred the poet,           But were never written down.           Exciting words that thrilled you               In the middle of the night,           When there's not a pen or piece              Of paper anywhere in sight!           And you lack the motivation                To quit the comfy bed       To store them some place safe away.       ...You close your eyes instead.           Consigned to misty memory           Until the bright new dawn,     When they have vanished with the night,         And all your words have gone!      They've gone to join ten million words             Of others and became           Elusive words that stole away,           And never brought you fame!                               o0o Written August 30th, 2001 © on Aug 29 2001 07:22 PM PST   0 • 10