The poet has no soul
But he can fall
While in his secure sit
Into an eternal pit
For a poet is a solitary soul
A poet has no moral
Although he can follow
With his fervent pen
Making souls, but him, learn
A poet is but a solitary soul
A poet can but rise
For he is also but wise
Taking all advice
Regardless of their size
Notwithstanding its price
A poet is a solitary soul!
Dedication: To my wife Vita
Date: Saturday,21/10/2014
Orpington, UK
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