Just a Poet
he is just a poet
too many years now to count
occupies time by setting to rhyme
all the hidden words his pen pours out
it seems there's a never-ending stream
of words that freely flow
from the end of the pen into this poets hand
that never seem to let him go
blowing with ease this poetic breeze
seldom seen but often felt
he is just a poet
too many years now to count
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