No one likes a poet, <br /> No one now cares for rhyme. <br />The computer game, and Hollywood fame, <br /> Are how we spend our time. <br /> <br />Yes I can see the folly, <br /> Of poems that I now read, <br />No sense they make, my time they take, <br /> Like fruit that bears no seed. <br /> <br />For history has remembered, <br /> Great lines of poets past, <br />Though while alive, they barely survived, <br /> Yet somehow their words still last. <br /> <br />But in this day of wonder, <br /> When the mind invents great things, <br />And poems are cast asunder, <br /> Like birds that no longer sing. <br /> <br />1/28/05<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-likes-a-poet/
