An End and a Beginning

In my twilight years I search for answers To questions that I recently pondered. I was told of an old man in the hills Who knows the universe he has wandered. So I asked him, "Where do we poets go?" He smiled as he said, " You have it twisted." The question should be, "Where do Muses go?" "No Muses, no poets have existed." He told of a place in the universe Called simply " Eternal Inspiration" Each Muse can change the world with an eye blink Leaving poets time for contemplation "So, my son," said he. "Do what you do now." "Follow your Muse as you have always done. " "He takes you to a land that is never dry." And now I see the setting of the sun. 11-26-20 Contest : Where do poets go Sponsor: Silent One