To Poets Past and Present
Unite brethrenwe are the world that knows
the gift of language,
the beauty of prose.
We are cameras
our eyes, cool as any lens,
take in the world at a glance
and relate it to our friends.
And such a world it is!!
The portraits we draw can't do it justice
though there have been millions of us
not one can grasp the subject.
We each just fumble with a little piece
like the blindman with his pole
in the hopes that if we make the ends meet
we'll understand the whole.
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