Poets, they think they know a lot
Later he would engage in wordplay
Today was a sad yet busy day
It afforded him little time to think
Now in the silence of nightfall
He took some time to reflect, recall
This in turn moved the mind on to a poetic link
This perfect moment of content
Freeing him of turmoil and torment
We know not what we owe this moment to he thought
Tonight he will make a poet of himself
His fate will be sealed if he escapes this duty
This cannot be allowed come to naught
Something he is not prepared to face
He had, come morning again to face the human race
Now that his mind was no longer full of empty
Concluded his poetic piece, retired, placed it on the library shelf.
Poetry from The Man Shed
09/01/2020
~The Poet’s Poet~
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