The muse is upon you go follow your muse <br />And the gifts you've been granted you should not abuse <br />The wild birds are singing in the wooded glen <br />Young poet where is your notebook and where is your pen. <br /> <br />But the birds in the glen you will surely not hear <br />Whilst you sit with your mates in the pub drinking beer <br />You are in the pub until ten every night <br />And whilst out with your mates you don't have time to write <br /> <br />Of Nature and people and your love affair <br />With the beautiful one with blue eyes and brown hair <br />But you are only in your early twenties and youth must have it's fling <br />And your Football Club's anthem you'd prefer to sing. <br /> <br />Than write more new poems writing is a hard task <br />And to give time to muse too much of you to ask <br />If some had your talents they would not waste them like you <br />To the Goddess of Poesy they would remain true. <br /> <br />The butcherbird pipes on the acacia tree <br />And the pee wee he calls in the park by the sea <br />But them you can't see or them you can't hear <br />Whilst you sit in the pub with your mates drinking beer.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-very-young-poet/
