A Poet's Birth Poem by James Callos Jordan

A Poet's Birth



A death by a prickly scythe,
Is a birth of a new soul;
Full of enthusiasm.

This child is holding nothing,
But a sharp pen and paper;
And the spirit to express.

He may fall down and be hurt,
By stereotypes and critics;
Whose aim is to pull you down.

But don’t be bothered by them,
Nor be shaken with their words;
Instead, write more, prove yourself.

Failures are just obstacles,
That you just ride and get by;
With an optimistic smile.

So for this child I will say,
Go and push yourself forward;
To the extreme direction.

But do always remember,
In writing a great poem;
You must first be the poem.

March 18,2009

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