Where have all the poets gone?

G

Giggles

New member
Just passing through
a moment to spare
saw some friends
need to know I care
so here I am
writing on the fly
not making sense
writing to say
you are my friends

Feeling better when I'm here
the blues are leaving with each word
so sing a little song with me
let's dance about and
GIGGLE too!
 
And the person knocked upon the door
odd sort with a smile and eyes that spoke
and the door we did swing wide for him
and enter he did, a most humble kind
There was no need for name as he spoke
for words, his words, bid us to listen
to hear the magic, to feel, to know
we did, listen, to him, our poet
And we smiled, and we knew, and we liked
 
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