Poetry, Anyone? Poem by Sandra Feldman

Some find that reading,
Writing Poetry,
A perfect way,
Of losing time
For nothing of material
Wealth
Can Poetry provide.
I find it renders
Happiness,
One of a special kind
That warms you
Very deep inside,
And sometimes
Even,
Makes you cry.

Poetry's
Plain of reality,
And rewards
Are different
From everything else,
Something, very deep
Takes place,
That goes far beyond
Material wealth
Something,
That you can't explain
But that remains with you
All the same,
A transfer of sentiments
Plays always a part
In the unforgettable,
Poetic game.