Guest Writer
Poets don’t grow old,
If they make a mistake,
They just turn the page.
As long as there are words, the story must be told.
We are surrounded by words, day and night,
Some, make us smile and be happy,
While others, simply give us a fright!
The world is a stage,
This is certainly true,
When we open the door each morning,
You can’t miss, it’s right there in front of you.
We don’t need to go to the theatre,
To witness tragedy,
As long as the Earth spins.
It’s there to see, in front of you and me!
Can we live without poetry?
Of course not,
Its life in essence,
To enlighten you and me!
Am I going to grow old, you ask?
No, not long as I am up to the task!
— Dennis Freeman 2022©
