The Dead Poet's Society
is a test of sobriety
Will you pass the test right now?
Can you write with power
thru the midnight hour
and sleep like a baby calm?
Poets
Some keep rising
the world
always surprising
Others just dream away
Some like birds
sing their words
And still others
at the fork they stay
Caged like a bird
without a word
I dreamt of rising one day
I closed me eyes and I did rise
above the forked road to stay!
Today's verse is great
you're tomorrow's poets late
so write without hate
it's surely your fate
We're the live poets of today
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