Oh Lucky Poet

Oh lucky poet
With your good looks
And your good health

Some of us
Were Beatles
Some of us were
Stones

One of us
Was an ugly gnome

Oh lucky poets
Sitting on the floor
Of the assay office
Raking in
Armfuls of gold dust
To critical acclaim
And adoration
Did you not hear
The voice
Out of the wilderness
Asking
For nothing more
Than water

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012