From A Poet To Another Poem by The Lighthouse Keeper

The poetry lies not in the rhymes one produce
Neither in the use of the fanciest of words
Or in the admiration of the readers one might seduce
I leave that to all self-propelled nerds.
It is in the expression of truest inner sight
Expressed through our loveliest emotion
That we help turn readers darkness into light
That is a poor poets only true devotion.
Then our poetry may become a fresh new start
That awaken the same beauty in the readers heart

Time is not an enemy to me,
Though it is limited for various use
It will all be a spent time lost if we
Lose all time we have to the muse.
So I use my wit with caution
And show it for the ones who need
The confidence to find their own devotion
To nurture the wit we all have as a seed
Otherwise the muse eats the hours of my time
All in vain when it feeds these lines with rhyme