Where Do Old Poets Go When They Die
 
Where Do Old Poets Go When They Die


Believers, dreamers, or fighters for a cause

Widowers, widows and those so much in love

Philosophers, comics, a lot of housewives too

Grandmothers, grandfathers, maybe even you

As poets, we strive to affect one's imagination

Or give food for thought in different situations

We try to write something beautiful, touching hearts

Using those real fancy words makes us sound smart

It's the thrill of the rhyme and intriguing metaphors

That really gets us going and taunts us to do more

Once it's in our blood, there's no turning around

For, by the poet's creed, we're hopelessly bound

And that is to write until we can no longer lift a pen

To fill the world with poetry, moon and back and then

Our words shall live on well past our earthly demise

Posing the question ....

where do old poets go when they die

I would like to believe ....

it is heaven!


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Just for the Love of It Challenge

By Adele Kaye

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