Death of a Poet

Puts his pen to paper For one last goodbye Will try his best to say it all In this his final write He'll address it to his loved ones And those that know him well In hopes they'll take it all with ease Though there's no way to really tell He's written about the ups and downs The ins and outs of life So what is written on this lonely page Should come as no surprise He's always felt so out of place Even in this poets world At one time was his saving grace That no writings now can cure So he puts his pen to paper His beginning and his end Never doing him any favors Both as enemy and friend All he can think to write Is I've simply had enough As his very last line for the very last time Is written out in poets blood