The Goodly Poet

You are done with a fill of your say In a poem with a will and a way In the whole of your rest You are full of the zest That you bring to the start of each day. As you read the new poem on your plate And you know that your meaning is great You are struck by the fact Of the words that you lacked When you wrote in a more groggy state. You may cringe at the post you have made When your poem is too quickly displayed You may write at the speed Of a more pressing need To be good when your pride is delayed. For the poet is never quite read Who is less than a fight in his head He will do more than rust For the sake of a trust In the future of reading ahead.