Notes About The Poem
Poet Heal Thyself
Poet Heal Thyself
Make 'um rhyme
Make 'um ring
Make those people wanna sing
Keep 'um cumin'
Don't hold back
Tear out the stops, stay on the track
You don't care where you come from
They'er eyes an' ears
Not some-one
Your battered heart
That tattered soul
Don't make excuses for your droll
When morning comes
And dark is light
That's when your mind might wanna fight
Don't let it win
It's not your loss
Besides, it's your mind it ain't your boss
Stand up when you hear that bell
Tell the stories you gotta tell
You got a sorry soul to sell
04/03/2016
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