To Be a Poet

To be a poet, a sagacious sage Who spills his blood across the page That tells his tales in black and white Where wrong is wrong and never right He knows each breath could be his last How quick today becomes the past Love doesn't always conquer hate And choices made, determine fate A visionary who can see Whatever there will be, will be That Father Time will never wait The Angel of Death is never late He thinks that love is like a rose That where one dies another grows. Unlike the rose that grew before With sharper thorns that prick the more We laugh, we cry, we live, we die We say goodbye with one last sigh And all we do and all we learn Adds not one ash to the crematory urn. Daniel Turner