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!
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Copyright © Frank Halliwell | Year Posted 2013
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