Oh, poor poets!
Lost in their idealistic fog,
Their verses reaching summits
That never in reality, will log.
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Good and Sincere,
Self-Expression,
Chases away depression,
And may even be,
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Nothing is forever
Nor does Glory last,
We live in the Present
But we can't forget our Past.
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The good words of Poets,
So often very wise,
So often, mirrors that don't disguise
The frailties of humans, not so wise.
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If anyone here,
Or anywhere else
Can explain human behavior
The reasons why,
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Interpret it as you will,
Or not at all
Poetry is still
The reflection,
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I write what I feel,
Justice, in the appeal
And do not heel
To any politician.
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Noble purpose of Poetry,
Bringing souls together
In harmony,
Creating understanding,
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Why Poetry?
Because it sooths the soul
Encompasses All,
The big and the small
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