Poems are as poems go
Be they long or troublesome
Or be they short and droll
Poets are as poets come
Beloved or not we know.
So if you like it or if not
There’s only one condition
That poets give it their best shot
With or without contrition.
They give us what they’ve got
So if you like or if you don’t
Is really not a problem
What is really what we need
And the only thing is that indeed
Just that we’ve really got ’em.
In any case, that’s what I hope…
Thank God for poets and for their poke
They give us fires we all can stoke!
Food for thought and heat indeed
To tame the winter should we need.
Poems and poets
Two things we need
Thank God for them
And for their seed.
Indeed, dear friend, indeed.