I,Alone
I alone
long ago friends have already went home
Just a quiet poet,you see
typing away as youth lets me be
Selfish desire put out the burning fire
Once I was a boy but now who easily tires
I at night
choosing the words that might
earn me a living
who feverishly need
just a roof over my hair
without expensive tastes in greed
You could go on
enjoying what you have
the same old MONEY FOR NOTHING song
Savoring the luxury of choice
as for myself
I have not a choice
However
Poetry is what I am solely about
Using it for voice
Instead of trying to rock or shout
Being quiet and so
in my unique way
As the poem is read from your eyes
Think about what it has to say
The next time a poet
brings down a poem from his(or her)skies
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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