Poets Restless Claim A Season Of Writing Poem by Terence George Craddock

when I was young I was told forget about writing poetry today
wait write when you retire when you have time for writing
I ignored this foolish advise neither time nor poetry waits
there is no certainty in a miscellaneous unwritten tomorrow;
yes there were times of no time busy studying working demands
in trade professional careers fate sealed shut sometimes months
a few years with no writing but the effort to find time to write
when could the effort to make time go nights sleepless steal time;

even if none then read those words
never posted published never read
poems were worth all effort all sacrifice;
poet learns in writing reader in reading
the poet writes the reader reads
none read words poetry never written;


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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