The Poet's Toast

The Poet's Toast Frank Halliwell Hail, poets! Raise your glasses For I'd like to make a toast To thoughts that dissipated With the sunrise, like a ghost. Here's to all those moving words That might have brought renown! Those words that stirred the poet, But were never written down. Exciting words that thrilled you In the middle of the night, When there's not a pen or piece Of paper anywhere in sight! And you lack the motivation To quit the comfy bed To store them some place safe away. ...You close your eyes instead. Consigned to misty memory Until the bright new dawn, When they have vanished with the night, And all your words have gone! They've gone to join ten million words Of others and became Elusive words that stole away, And never brought you fame! ***