We are poets
OK, so we are poets, yes, poets we admit. And I don't really think it was our choice, perhaps it is what we were born to be. But the rewards, they are oh, so great, this too, we must admit. With our unique perception things are revealed to us in ways that most may never know. Such a gift and so grateful are we for it. Who could extract the beauty from a rose and bring it to paper with pen and breathe into it, a new life, like never before seen? And who could take the sadest of the times, and relate them in such a way, as to have the world share in the tears? It is few, this I tell you, that could do the deeds we do. To taste of life and love, please and pain, happiness and sorrow, and distill these emotions into bite sized bits for this world to digest, it's this duty that we have. So, Ok we are poets, yes, we are poets, we admit. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 01:27 AM PST 0 • 10
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