Poverty and Poor

Poverty and poetry No bard is poor But indeed all For he sings For he weeps When time demands His pocket is poor But his heart rich. His books, his heir His pens, his tools His pains, his property His poverty, his poetry His poetry, his publicity His publicity, his problem His problem, high priced volumes His wishes to buy all His pocket sighs Why on earth publishers shelf Makes him rich And we wait in queues To correct our vision. In his fancies, he rules But in reality, he is ruled What makes him write Is no currency notes His blood flooded with tears To narrate common woe.