Oh, for the hand of a Poet!
Who with parchment, ink and quill,
Pens a picture of such rare beauty
The most anxious heart is stilled.
Oh, for the mind of a Poet!
Who shrinks not from life's difficult task
Of pondering unanswerable questions
That few even dare to ask.
Oh, for the heart of a Poet!
Who sees in one lonely tear
The pain and suffering of all mankind
Throughout history's wearisome years.
Such joy! Such beauty! But oh, such pain!
His heart is full, yet broken in twain.
Write on, dear Poet! Give thy pen no rest.
Some soul, less noble, shall read and be blest.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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