We are poets

Copyright © January 28, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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OK, so we are poets, 
yes, 
poets we admit.

And I don't really think 
it was our choice,
perhaps it is what 
we were born to be.

But the rewards, 
they are oh, so great, 
this too, we must admit.

With our unique perception 
things are revealed to us in ways
that most may never know. 

Such a gift 
and so grateful
are we for it.

Who could extract 
the beauty from a rose 
and bring it to paper with pen 
and breathe into it new life, 
like never before seen? 

And who could take 
the sadest of the times,
and relate them in such a way,
as to have the world 
share in the tears?

It is few, this I tell you,
that could do the deeds we do.

To taste of life and love,
please and pain,
happiness and sorrow,

and distill these emotions 
into bite sized bits 
for this world to digest,
it's this duty that we have.

So, Ok we are poets,
yes,
we are poets, we admit.