Words written, foolish things,
placed upon the blank sheet; a
humming poet becomes an artist
selling canvas upon a busy street.
Waiting an eternity to have the
painting bring a price; giving the
poet time to write. Not wanting
praise, but to give meaning to the
hunger days, rhymes read, know
that there was delight when someone
liked to read the stories, this would
be the poets crowning glory.
Recognition of the long days and nights,
living with hunger and fright, to write an
immortal poem remembered like an Angel’s
song, this is the poet’s wish before life is over,
before they are gone.