Are all poets such as I?
...Writing as life passes by,
….Sometimes wondering why?
I seldom take part.
Is it foolish to be separate, apart?
...Enslaved by dreaming, wistful heart,
….Perpetually driven to impart,
A vision perhaps only I see.
Do they espy, same as me,
...A greater vision, reality,
….Trusting their words might be
A beacon in another's night.
A beacon that says all's right,
...When comes the morning light,
….And darkness takes it flight,
Ere a brand new day.
No matter, here I am today!
...Heeding heart all the way,
….Believing poetry just may,
Make the world a better place.
Russ Pergram
