The Poet Must Not Turn Away
In everything one does,
there is a reason to do;
there is a price to be paid;
there will always be a price to be paid.
If one sits quietly
and takes in all that transpires
within his ken,
then he is privy to life,
and that is not a gift given freely,
but one that must be accepted gracefuly,
and paid for.
The gods demand their sacrifice,
and the poet must not turn away,
else he has shed the right
to call himself a poet.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Mental (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, August 2 2020, 01:51 am|
Perfect could not have said it better. Thank you
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