Poetry Has Its Value Poem by Fred Babbin

I love the dreams I don’t remember -
They give me solace
from December to November.
They sustain my waking hours
and help to save my waning powers
of imagination which I sorely need.

I am old and growing older
so my visions don’t get bolder—
I must depend upon my will
to climb that hill
of writer’s block.

Poems need no careful logic
but they need the lifting magic
comely language can provide.
So as your leader, my dear reader
I have hope that you have liked
your literary ride. Then I’ll forget
the dismal thoughts
my writing also helps me hide.