Oh how well the poet's poetry,
Mirror's his foolish heart!
A heart that in some small way,
Hoped wisdom he might impart!
Ah but the poet wrote,
Year after year, day in day out,
Until one day he it dawned,
Wisdom had left him out!
Of all that he had written,
Every passionate word.
Wisdom held her silence,
Only the fool was heard.
The fool who actually thought,
His words might help someone,
Might encourage and uplift,
When all is said and done.
The poet who still believes,
Love's the guiding light,
That's compels him still today,
To so foolishly write,
The musings of his heart,
The concerns of his soul,
Beyond bounds of reality,
Where dreams patrol...
Russ Pergram
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