O circle of poets, <br />ring of friends, <br />Ive picked up my pad and pen. <br />To write the words that hang on walls, <br />I feel as if it is my call. <br />To fill the world with paragraphs, <br />a sentence to forever last. <br />A piece of me to stay behind, <br />a journey deep within my mind. <br />When Ive no voice, <br />my words will scream, <br />And as you read, <br />Ive lived my dream.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-dream/
