In hope, I had a poet friend
To tell my dreams about
And find in him the words I missed
In other talk, without
Some poet friends gave me great
Joy, and we would never part
But other ones were not the same-
For poets play with hearts
Like old maids play gin rummy
Like rummies play old maids
A poet steals your heart away
And runs with it, in spades
It's but a game to those with no
Compunction, for their art
Make no mistake about it-
For poets play with hearts
It was a lesson must be learned
By anyone who's vulnerable
Unless you're moron, just like me
Your heart should be quite learnable
So take heed to my words
And don't take well-aimed darts
It's dangerous ground you're treading-
For poets play with hearts.
(It wouldn't be so bad
To rob me from my sleep
If it were not for all that,
They never play for keeps.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem