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
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