Poets are fools,
With words as tools,
They sculpt statues of dreams,
With wide open seams,
That really cannot apply,
For life Is what it seems,
And on dreams, we can't rely.
Poets are fools,
For they want with their tools,
The whole world to satisfy,
But you can't change the World,
And it is quite absurd,
For Poets to even try.
Poets are fools,
In a fantasy world,
They can't even justify,
Where they look for their words,
And dream, dreams of 'unheard',
As they keep on looking for the Sky....
Beautifully said. I will gladly be a fool is that's what it takes to believe in these things.
Absolutely outstanding! Of your poems that I have read this is by far my favorite! We are indeed fools, but our passion for words of expression are worth all endeavors, well done.
Include this poem in your forthcoming published anthology! Its a tenner!
WE can't change the world yet how we like to try. Wonderful words you have expressed with your golden tool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sounds like a fool's paradise to me. Count me in, And I'll pay my membership fees with a poem per month, maybe two, fools are easily inspired!