Sometimes I think,
That writing verse,
Is such a waste of time,
Who really cares just how you feel?
Or if you're prose or rhyme,
But poets are a Dreamer's race,
The pen flows on its own,
And even if they have no case,
They want to set a tone.
Poetry sometimes is like lace,
An ornament to have,
But when it's written from the heart,
You've got the winning card.
As long as there are dreams to have,
There will be Poetry,
And many Ships that still will sail,
The Imaginary Seas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, poets are a dreamer's race! But the world listens to our words and tries to analyze our 'cranky' dreams! That makes us dream more and more! Enjoyed this lovely write!