This Poor Poet Poem by Shaun Cronick
This Poor Poet
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Scraps of paper,
Messy rooms.
A poet writes,
His poem looms.
Ideas are formed,
Then cast away.
He seeks originality,
Not mere cliché.
He strives and struggles,
With all his might.
He'll always work,
Throughout the night.
And when dawn beckons,
His poem complete.
This poor poet,
Is dead on his feet.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,poet,writing
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