Helpful to have a compassionate heart
Though talent plays the major part
The poet writes for thatís his reason to be.
Words to him as wings to a bird
One flies, the other heard
Composing as essential as an eagleís need to see!
Their number few as to be expected
For were the world by poets infected
Furiously scribbling, neglecting their daily chore.
Material progress be unknown
A gypsy life, no permanent home
The dogs of hunger always at the door!
In spite of frailty the poet needed
His role to see the mind be seeded
With thoughts that others may forever admire.
Though success of this takes many turns
And capricious fortune often spurns
Dousing embers of the most ambitious fire!