Poets write of death and love
Of hell below and heaven above
Nothing escapes the poets pen
Not robin, sparrow, hawk nor wren.
His subject for a poem might be
Of birth, growing up, or puberty
His arsenal of things to write
An endless source of sheer delight
What moves one to word and pen?
A longing for what might have been?
A clearer look at days gone by?
Rethinking life and wondering why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great poem. Rich in imagery and style. Wonderfully conceived. Liked it. I rated it 10/10. Please read and write my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.