Come and see the old poet <br />Laying in his bed of ashes and dust, <br />His love in ruins <br />His mentality frozen by restless rust, <br />His hungry heart emptied of it's fertile blood <br />His souls melodic purpose nearly gone, <br />The mellifluous music now so silent <br />The end, of a once wonderful and powerful song. <br /> <br />What happened to this poet <br />With dread you may ask, <br />The ancient story ofcourse <br />The evils of age and wear, and so damned many things out there <br />Working away at his heart, fulfilling their wretched task. <br /> <br />When poets speak truth and beauty into this old world <br />Any breath may be their last, <br />For so many evil spirits will stalk them <br />With an endless passion to haunt, from the past. <br />Deep hearts risk <br />Becoming weary and tossed, <br />When singing lamantations <br />Of all that's lost. <br /> <br />Still this old poet wrote <br />For was his vocation so to do, <br />Even through the battles with doubt <br />He held on, ever true. <br />Words from his heart <br />He rended to give, <br />The conundrum being <br />It cost him his life, to fully live... <br /> <br />So look! Look deep <br />Here lays the old poet - in state <br />Having succumbed - like all the living shall <br />To mankinds unavoidable fate. <br /> <br />May all the aging poets forever <br />Rest in peace, and ever be blest, <br />For the words dug with pain from the depths of their souls <br />Are nothing less than the very best. <br /> <br />(for: Townes Van Zandt)<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-poet/
