poets won’t
pay the rent
fix the car
make dinner
look after the kids
put the bottle down
stop chasing pipe dreams
or be there when you
wake up
in the morning
but they know
how it all equates
to death
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aayoungPoetry, Prose, Art, Curiosities
4 replies on “poets”
499…so I’m hope I’m 500…interesting stuff here…still the perfect stranger finds a small a beacon of light in the endless night,
rtk
Honored…thank you…
Since when did a dream have to be practical?
Interesting poem. Thanks for sharing! Cheers!
Yeah. Poets may also save more lives than doctors and wine put together.