What Poets Do

We write of hate We write of love And other things We know something of At different angles Add our lines Take a spin With what we find Fact or fiction Lies or truth Being poets It's what we do We write of needs We try and fill Tug at hearts Strengthen wills From natures plight To the call of man We hold it all Inside our pen As the sage speaks The pen moves We say it all It's what poets do We write of days Given away A solace with Something to say Glimmer of hope Much needed laugh Rhyme for the reason For feeling sad A little off beat Yet still in tune Filling a need It's what poets do