You can tell he’s a poet

Pick up a volume turn over the pages
What you will see May take you ages
For this is the mirror that open to say
This is his life written day by day
All the emotions and what he did pay
The friends that he met
And really how far
He went out of town on his holiday trips
The contemplation when uncertainty slips
It’s reins when he fails when freedom comes by
Love and it’s hang ups
When good people die

The people he met the places he saw
Dejection rejection and a lot more
It’s all Very detailed
And it’s all down there
Line after line, and the despair

For the sensitive artists they feel the emotion
They know about tears and the lonely devotion
The tedium of it all and that bad taste
That comes with the job it’s something that’s faced
Resentment and anger and enemies who
Take out their bloody frustration on you
It’s all in those pages if one stops to see
The blood and the thunder and the sadness that be
The heartbreaking soul taking wishes and more
Those hard to realise ones you adore
The lines of ones life all the highs and the lows
The poet just writes it all down in his prose

Regretting