Poets In Old Age

Why does the poet arrive so late When many years are now well behind Because you’ve a life full of love and hate It’s time to empty your brimming mind So many decades of joy and pain A need to recall the passing years Let the words begin to flow like rain Filling the soul with wisdom and tears With thoughts surfacing of loves, some lost Childhood ventures, remember them all Of friendships made, survived at all cost Suddenly the poems begin to call… With age your soul has so much to say Just let the words come, and have their way!