Poet - Lost Now Found

A poet, nowhere for his words to stay his poetic heart he does sway to words of history, studied vast written with truth which might aghast He asks for me to read his work this is a job I would rather shirk I don’t agree with all he writes Tell him so, he says alright Brought him to soup he wasn’t sure explained that all he needed to do is pour over the words that are in place. He loves it now, doubt no trace Now he spends his time to write historic poetry that isn’t trite. So to all the writer’s that are new to soup Look, listen, learn, we are all here to help