The poet stands on a corner <br />And faithfully heralds his cry <br />About the issues of life. <br />He speaks of flowers in bloom, <br />Of rhythm and of tune. <br />He speaks of love, hate, <br />Unity and debate. <br />He speaks of laughter, tears, <br />And of war-torn years. <br />He speaks of children at play, <br />And the plight of a rainy day. <br />He speaks of husband, wife, <br />And the joys of everyday life: <br />A leaf falling, the butterfly, <br />The coming of spring <br />And birds that fly. <br />Once, when asked with a faint sigh: <br />Why write a poem about hell? <br />“I’m a poet, ” was my reply, <br />“And I write about everything, <br />That’s why.” <br /> <br /> <br />*From: Reflections of Life. 1997.<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heralding-of-a-poet/
