Where Do Poets Go
When their pens run dry, where do poets go?
With old verses scripted in rhythm and rhyme;
Will their poetry relate past its prime?
Bards present and past speak to tomorrow,
inking words of love, passion, and sorrow
shared by us all, and thus, immune to time.
Poets pass, but their poetry lives on
in postings tethered to the internet,
securely stored for anyone to get.
We word smiths forge words to ponder upon
and those words still speak for us when we're gone;
so when dusk comes, we won't fear the sunset.
Poets find a home in supportive groups
that lift a kindred spirit when it droops.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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