Poets dream of yesterday, <br />so they can change tomorrow. <br />You find it in the words they write, <br />the way they share their sorrow. <br />Always staring at the stars, <br />searching for a place. <br />To lay a row of letters down, <br />to feed a readers face. <br />Their happiness comes not by chance, <br />or some measurement of will. <br />It cant be bought it has no price, <br />its not something you cant steal. <br />Poets understand these things, <br />that its words that make us feel. <br />Our lives can have a richer space, <br />with our existence in the same old place.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-understand/
