The Best Is Yet To Come
 
A poet wakes at the crack of dawn
Each night never really getting too much sleep
Words play within her/ his mind
As visions also creep

Sometimes the poet needs put down pen
And give both mind and heart a rest
For there's so much more to come from them
Perhaps yet their very best

Where Have All The Poets Gone Challenge
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By JacieStralkoDuca

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Where have all the poets gone? (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Where have all the poets gone? (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Where have all the poets gone? (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Where have all the poets gone? (challenge has been closed)


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