An Ancient Poet's Dying Plea
An Ancient Poet's Dying Plea
Let thy truest light shine',
for joy soothes longing heart.
Great and wise muse is thine',
may finest glee thee impart!
Gift words sweet as daily bread,
sing out wise words well praised.
Other poets need to be fed,
united in voice all gets raised!
Hold dear thy tender, inner child,
wrap in warmth its softer glow.
May ye even write as one wild
just to let this world know!
Climb mountains for higher thoughts
for time and poet's faith never halts!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-06-2017
Sonnet
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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