Poem: The Forgotten Poet

The Forgotten Poet

In the rush of adult life
In the crush of joyous years
The poet of yourth has forgotten how
To shed his inky poet tears.

So little time for reflecting self
To putting musical philosophy to pen
Years not wasted, but years not spent
Years merely saved 'till scribed again.

Awaken poet, from unversed sleep
Your love and fantasies await
For you have seen where dragons fly
And gently touched the cheek of fate.


Merak Spielman 11/12/2007