Poets of Yore

As I peruse the magnificent works of poets long gone read their words of love, wisdom, pain and suffering I am uplifted and filled with awe at what they achieved all this without modern aids, most read after they are gone I pause and think what would they produce if still alive were able to get the instant feedback of modern times could write their poems not on paper as in oldie days able to use computers and easily store their precious works Think of the realms of paper screwed up and tossed away a start, an inkling of an idea that will not freely flow how they sweated searching for a particular phrase read, ponder and be amazed at their outstanding works So raise your glass in a toast to their ingeniousness Salute them for they fought hard to bring us joy delighting hearts holding us in the palms of their hands such power do they still wield over each of us modern poets