Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

There Was A Poet Whose Only Reading Was Poetry


There was a Poet whose only Reading was Poetry
Whose only work was Poetry
Whose only rest was Poetry-
There was a Poet whose only Life was Poetry
Who gave everything he had only to it-

This Poet totally lost in Poetry
Misunderstood totally the meaning of Poetry,
And so gave himself and everything he had
To the endless vanity of preventing his own inevitable extinction.

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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