An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care
by Malcolm Massiah
Now to myself this comes as some surprise
I’m sitting writing here a tuneless song
My rusty hand’s in need of exercise
For I’ve been far too lazy for too long
In honeyed indolence I’ve spent my days
I’ve watched the changing colours of the year
I’ve watched the passing seasons through a haze
And so my memory may not be clear
I smoke a spliff and sip at my champagne
A poet’s life is not an easy one
A little sunshine and a lot of rain
Is hardly my idea of having fun
The layman sadly seems so unaware
An honest poet’s life is full of care.
End of the poem
15 random poems
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- I Thought I was not Alone. by Walt Whitman
- He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved by William Butler Yeats
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- And ask ye why these sad tears stream? poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Hora Cero by Manolo Arriola
- Goddess by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Did You Never Know? by Sara Teasdale
- The Copper Beech by Marie Howe
- Forbidden Fruit by Michael Lally
- The house where I was born (09) by Yves Bonnefoy
- London Poets poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Bad News by William Barnes
- Владимир Степанов – Гусь и цыплёнок
- Владимир Высоцкий – Все ушли на фронт
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