A Poet At Heart Poem by alan brown

Do you ever remember the days gone bye
a time far back in the past,
When men were kind and genital
and love did seem to last.

When children played as children should
to learn their way in life
And no one would obstruct the happiness
or their strife.

Do you remember the words of love
you wrote in every song.
And the endless nights you lay awake
trying words that would go wrong.

A poet in the making
is like a Whale stranded on a beach.
He can breath the air around him
but can never seem to teach.

I think of poetry as a means
to change the minds of man.
We try but never quite reach our goal
sad but that's the way I am.

But like all that linger on this page
I'am a poet at heart.
And I will write for all of my years
a pleasure to depart.