My Messages Poem by Edwina Reizer

Must a poet's word bring forth
a liturgy of high ideals?
Or is it just as important
to speak of how one feels?

Ideals are what we reach for.
We mostly come up short,
but still the reaching's important
which we never should abort.

Still my poet's mind must care
and create the scenes I see,
the world in pain that's everywhere
must be penned by me.

All cannot be rosy
although I wish it were.
And so these words I offer you
make me a messenger.