As if to fall from Heav’n to earth
To be born, or to give birth
To create art, or it you
To finally know what you should do
To sing a song, of love and life
To live a life of grief and strife
To see a world born anew
To see a dream that up and flew
To be in darkness, yet know there’s light
To find a cause that’s worth the fight
To know a dreamer that never failed
To see hope that took up and sailed
To see the moon and that drop of fate
To know you’ve come one minute too late
To have a tale and finally show it
For ‘tis the life of a poet.


((Umm, this is really old, but I like it... when I say old, I mean like five years...:D))