Handle With Care

" All foolishness." she said, years of gifted thoughts tore up before my eyes; Hundreds of treasures the spirit told me to write, now lay in tatters as I try not to cry. So this is the real battle of the poet, its not the stagnant times when the pen lay still; But its the people with no understanding, trying to force on you their will. I wonder how many other ageless rhymes, were cast away in haste; Yes, this is where the real evil lies, that tries to lay our gift to waste. But I will hold fast to my treasured gift, and in the future may I be more aware; And only share it with others like me, and pray they handle my gift with care.