Poets Are Not a Forgotten People

A poet looks intently at our world through a visible but very delicate lens/ Does all of the wishes that they aspire come true ? Well ! It all depends ? Yet through those delicate eyes we derive a most solemn surprise/ For some maybe their grace has not fallen on them ? I don't think as a poet as a liar per say, Rather, someone who connects with that half of the brain/ That no one bothers to tap into, Although for now though dimly, Yet what one does today will forever be echoed throughout all eternity ! Poetry/ Hits on many topics and aspects of life, Relationships and material/ There can be no substitute for the real you/ Hence, it's all based upon choices, For the materialization of the given subject matter, To equate one's whole being as squeezing the tooth paste out/ Hence their is always still some **** left in the bottom of the tube ! Still what may be true for you may not be for someone else ? The poet should have a keen sense of vital improvisation/ Yet to not relent when critics start bashing one's subject matter, This is a clear indication that as a professional writer/ One must pay real attention to the mere tone of the subject matter, People could see through the lies/ Lastly, a true poet never dies, Rather lives on in the many hearts of their adoring fans !