Sometimes It's Hard Being a Poet
Sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
Writing your lines
on the busiest day
Spilling your thoughts
on the page as you know it
Even those days
you’ve got nothing to say
Words are just words
I heard somebody saying
I don’t agree
when they come in this style
Poetic words that
a poets’ displaying
Often bring tears
but they often bring smiles
There in their mind
where these ideas flourish
So many things can
come into their view
Ideas grow out of
moments to cherish
Those who might need
something wonderfully new
Wandering lines
in an unending ramble
Stirred in a pot,
spun around in a swirl
Or like an egg that
each morning you scramble
Sunnyside up for
a boy and a girl
Still we will write as
our world comes a’ crashing
Rubble and bricks
fall headfirst to the ground
Mayhem and madness
our smiles are slashing
When all is lost
and no hope can be found
Yes, sometimes it’s hard
being a poet
But in the end
it is what we must do
Taking these scenes
to a friend now to show it
Especially when I find
that friend is you
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2021
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