POETS

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We all have some demons raging inside
But it's in the poet's heart that they reside
Other people seem to let them go free
While poets hold on with such great glee

Is it because we find life so dramatic
Or have we found that it's just traumatic
Manic - depressive is the way that I feel
Why can't everything be on an even keel

What to do when by life we're defeated
Our plans come to naught, uncompleted
Should we keep trying again and again
Or end it all before trouble can begin

Wonder if our life's poetry or poetry's our life
Do we have to feel all this trouble and strife
If we didn't, would we still be able to write
Do things have to be either black or white

It must be a poet's misfortune to feel this way
Pain and tragedy day after miserable day
Followed by incredible highs when life is good
Is this why most poets are misunderstood

All these questions running through my mind
The answers to which I might never find
These are things that make us poets I guess
If our lives were different would we find success

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October 11, 2004

Poetry © Jan Haile Clark

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