To A Disheartened Poet
O, the disheartened poet
that cannot be the end
And that never the end.
You still have ink in your pen
and strength in your hand,
control the destiny.
The earth hails spring in full choir
and the winds kiss the perfumed
garments of the earth.
Trees still have leaves on them
as one falls, the another rises.
The night has fallen
but the morn is not far behind.
So all is not lost till it’s lost
and till then let there be hope.
Feel the spirit of the lovely spring
With dreams to live up, after wintry rest.
We have only one life to live.
This life isn't Dress Rehearsal of a drama
December 9, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Third Place win
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014