He finds a way of expressing things
With an impassioned pen that sometimes sings
He writes of amity made and love lost
He reveals the truth despite the cost
To everyday words he adds a flair
That adorns a phrase or provokes a stare
Sometimes he saddens, at times he thrills
The masses are swayed by what he quills
In essence, will music he compose.
He grieves his fans with poignant prose
At times he’ll pierce the tender heart
Deflate the spirit and tear the sole apart
He decorates yards and razes cities
His words evoke your pride or pity
To men exalted or women fallen
His words are now and ever calling
The best musicians here and far
Can tune the strings of harps, guitars
The type of poet we hope to find
One who tunes the heart and mind
Our heart where love flows and feelings rise
Our mind where thoughts soar toward the skies
The finest poet will always find
A way to sway the human mind
Hitler’s mind was influenced by Grant
“The Great Race” was his written chant
Rudyard’s moving classic named “If”
Did many men bolster and lift
If coeval poets can’t awe and inspire
For what career should they aspire?
Most penmen’s hands are bound in fetters
The best ones write to make life better
~~~ c aaron