Always Look Up Poet
I saw a poet looking gray and down,
So, I asked him, what was the matter?
He whined he wasn’t being read, there
was little, if any chatter.
A poet writes, yes, but should not expect
a big brass band.
He was flustered with me, I could see,
and broke the pencil in his hand.
Keep a list of those who comment,
be sure you do reciprocate at their
poetry gate!
I don’t know if he heard me, his skin
became quite ashen.
He told me of sad experiences where
other poets took great joy in nasty
character bashin’!
A tear rolled down his hot cheeks and
I said “welcome to the world.”
Write on, like a warrior, your head high,
And your poetry flag,forever unfurled.
For God sees each poem you create.
After all, twas He who gave you the
gift to write at all,mate!
He knows quite well of your pain.
What’s more He sees your great
progress and gains!
3/9/2023
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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