I know not of a poet mute, <br />unless he's without hands. <br />And a poet without dreams, <br />is just another man. <br />Just how much they shape the world, <br />we may never understand. <br />What poets give to us in words, <br />are as diamonds in the hands. <br />Not words that are of pettiness, <br />but deep on which to stare. <br />Words that often make us think, <br />of better ways to care. <br />Words we read and fell a need, <br />to find a way to share. <br />A view of life that we need heard, <br />how we need a poets words...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poets-words/
