The World Needs Poets
The beating heart, the thinking mind
These, my friends, are the tools of our art.
We are as much bound to our art
As it is bound to us, within us, ingrained into us.
For a man can look upon the sunset and see the sun descend.
But we, people of our craft, poets, look upon the sunset and stop.
We watch, discern and focus. We interpret it and share it with others.
We see a painting already painted and the layman sees the canvas.
My friends, the world that we live in may not understand us,
But, it remains our obligation to let our talents thrive
And share them with the world, regardless of reaction.
So, when you awaken tomorrow and the sun shines upon you,
Or, if the skies are grey, but alive with action,
Take the time to witness, record and focus and share.
The world would be a far off worse place without us.
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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