Betty Janko Poet Sonnet

Poets In Old Age

Why does the poet arrive so late
When many years are now well behind
Because you’ve a life full of love and hate
It’s time to empty your brimming mind

So many decades of joy and pain
A need to recall the passing years
Let the words begin to flow like rain
Filling the soul with wisdom and tears

With thoughts surfacing of loves, some lost
Childhood ventures, remember them all
Of friendships made, survived at all cost
Suddenly the poems begin to call…

With age your soul has so much to say
Just let the words come, and have their way!

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DM Babbit December 11, 2016 at 2:51 PM So true, the words come more often and more easily than in youth. We're not getting older, just better. Nice work.

Rex Mccoy December 11, 2016 at 12:31 PM I don't think it's just old age that drives a poet. Though I believe you're mostly correct. Those who kept a diary from a young age learned early to pour their hearts out on paper, good or bad and happy or sad. Rhyme, meter and free verse came later, when they found interested readers.