Now, once there was a time on this strange earth
when women loved a man for his fine words —
a time when poets’ hearts were viewed as worth
as much as gold. But now they favour herds.
The herd thinks man is worthy to be snared
if said man has big bank account and power.
A poet would be worthless when compared;
for all he has are passion and a flower.
Yet, all is not lost for that blessed bard.
For while his skills and talents he does hone
and touch the heavens with his heart so scarred,
he learns the preciousness of being alone.
While wandering through the forest, loving trees,
he’s married to all nature, birds and bees!
© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2021
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