My Poetically Challenged Friend

Well said, my poetically challenged friend... Your insight is deep and telling of your sage, Even if I can not understand your poetic wage, Tell us more of your triumphs and travels, And don't leave out the blotter and gavels, For it is your frailty which entices, The calling of the soul, And unlocking of the mind... For when we read of your glorious battle, And become the fodder of which you prattle, Remember that these are are the days, We relished the great dreams you gave, Soon you will be left to your own devices, Kharma so apropos, Balancing over time... Then with great pride I will be able to say, That I once met a poet untamed, A free verse poet called Robert Reid Welch, With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt, Oh what great cost the poets price is, Always watching yet always alone, All to capture truth sublime, Again well said, my poetically challenged friend.