Poets Riches

Written by: Michael Degenhardt

Poets ponder They cannot squander A stipend they do not receive For paid in thought Their piece of mind Are words formed and conceived A tale of sorts Depiction of life Even death, if they so choose Sometimes humor So often, strife Sometimes fake and sometimes true To live on poetry Getting paid for thoughts Is not within the poets reach That’s why they work Many various jobs Laborers, professionals and some, they teach Within their thoughts Their written words Lies the life for which they wish For there in mind Though pockets bare The poet knows, within, he’s rich As thought has value But not of dollar Intrinsic is what it shall always be The poet stands Not then with riches But pride in thought, his dignity