O circle of poets,
ring of friends,
Ive picked up my pad and pen.
To write the words that hang on walls,
I feel as if it is my call.
To fill the world with paragraphs,
a sentence to forever last.
A piece of me to stay behind,
a journey deep within my mind.
When Ive no voice,
my words will scream,
And as you read,
Ive lived my dream.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-dream/
