The Passionate Poet

How many meaningful & entertaining spoken things Shall be forgotten when I the poet, no longer sings I shall grieve that I lived in these judgmental times When so-called scholars & critics revoked my rhymes Still my words will survive in immortal song And I will mock them long after I am gone Nay, I am done – I lay down my pen You’ll get no more from me within Yeah right! I wish I would, I wish I might Ever give up my pen without a fight I think not much of what they say, thus I shall continue to sing my poetry every day