Judge Poet Not

They often judge the poet On the words that he thread Some readers formed his silhouette In each poetry that they've read Judge him not at one piece, else you'll be upset Because his pen can laughed then can bled In every second his mind will reset Truly, you'll never know what's inside his head In the universe of paper and quill He can create truth within lies He can put soul to nonliving Some of his creations will never die Every poesy made was alive Talked of its own tongue They'll definitely survive Even the poet was long gone 9/23/2015 Mysterious Aries