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Passing the Torch

I used to be creative,
I was crafty with the pen
People liked to read my odes
And would praise me now and then

Yes, i would dive into the river
Where the creative juices flow
My pen would seize the moment
And take on a life all its own

I would scribble til the morning
And sleep would pass me by
But i had to react to my calling
Until it was emptied from inside

Some folks say i have a gift
And should sell a book or two
Ive never heard of a rich poet
Maybe when we die we get our due

So one day some years from now 
When my name is etched in stone
Perhaps my odes will touch one heart
And the gift will carry on.

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  1. Date: 1/23/2013 10:21:00 PM
    Whoa Carl! Your words cascade in wisdom. 'I've never met a rich poet', - that certainly sums up the lives of many poets and yet the pen refuses to be quiet. I guess for a poet,knowing that your words can indeed touch someone is enough. Very well penned!

  1. Date: 1/18/2013 7:24:00 AM
    Great work about the gift..Some do make some money through writing in one form or another..I think that it is just being at the right place at the right time..Enjoyed reading ...If one work touches on the life of one person to make their life better then that would be success..Sara

  1. Date: 1/10/2013 1:47:00 PM
    Very fine poem, sir...a pleasure to read - Tim

  1. Date: 1/2/2013 6:39:00 AM
    This is fantastic. I am getting to the final stages of finishing my book and I can relate to all you have written.

  1. Date: 1/1/2013 8:34:00 AM
    Carl, that was a good one. And that the 'etched in stone' is no recompense, at least our work is etched here, for now. Dave