Friends forever,
the poets clever,
thats for sure indeed.
But if you tire of my words,
then no longer should you read.
I change my mind,
I take that back,
please don't go away.
Don't make me ask on bended knee,
I'm begging you to stay.
A poet with no readers,
not a poet,
not at all.
For he wants poems up in frames,
hanging on all walls.
Every house on every street,
every family name.
Desires for them to read his words,
so they can feel his pain.
So if you stay I'll make it right,
I'll change my words to sane.
Who's the clever poet?
Saint?
Tell me whats his name...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clever-poet/
