Can you please read my poem
Read it please
I’d like to know what you think
It’ll put me at ease
The poet runs around in the street everyday
Looking for a person to read his poems the right way
For he never knows if it is good or bad
He wants to know so he can be happy, not mad
For he thinks his poetry is useless
Because he is so new to this
The words come so swiftly
Through the pen to his paper
It brings him such joy to know he can savor
These beautiful memories in his mind so intense
When he writes he thinks it does not make sense
The poet was happy until one day
When he came across a man who would not read his poem either way
Can you please read my poem
Read it please
I’d like to know what you think
It’ll put me at ease
The man responded so confidently with no sympathy
I will not read this poem
Just to put it simply
You should not search through others for true happiness with your poems
For you are a poet and everyone knows it
Whether they make someone happy or sad
Or they think your mad
It should not matter for you are a poet
Who no matter what should be proud
For your create wonderful pieces of work
No matter what you may say
But I shall read your poem if it pleases you in such a way
The poet handed the man his crumpled piece of paper
He looked at the shriveled up work and made a sigh
Wondering why the poet cared about one mans opinion
For he was nothing but a man, with a mind and a heart
He read the poem and simply replied
It’s a good start
Work on your grammar and spelling
It’s a good story your telling
It is nice
But remember what I said young man
Poetry is here in the mind
That’s where it starts
And it should end here
Right in your heart
The poet nodded agreeing with every word
And asked the man for his name
Again the man said with a simple reply
I am nothing but a man with a heart and a brain
What does it matter if I read your poems the right way
For I am just a man with a heart and a brain
If you want to know the truth about your poems
So you can be happy, not mad
I think that because they make you glad
I will not give you an answer
For young man
If your poetry is all you’ve got
Then you will not be forgotten in my eyes
For I see that there is a true poet within you
And that is what you don’t know
So if you are happy or sad
Every one knows
Because your poetry tells us
So what should it matter what I say to you
For I am only a man with a heart and a brain
Just like you my boy
Just a few feet taller
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