Poetry and Fine Wine
What narcissistic creatures we be
That we must seek accolades for our poetry
Should not the write itself be prize enough?
Must we constantly seek to strut our stuff?
Are our egos so vastly under-nourished
That we sulk when works our first admonished?
To turn a phrase that pleases one’s ear
Should leave one smiling and without a care
If praise be one’s only internal perspective
Then art is not truly one’s final objective
Poetry is like fine wine my friends
Its enjoyment should not on others depend
So pick up your pen and let the creativity flow
Write a poem for yourself, a classic poetic Bordeaux
©Copyright Charlie Gragg June 13, 2010
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