I used to write poetry"
The old man said

A few words of passion
He would lay down with his pen

He told me a few knew his name
When his name was said

But it all withered away
When he retired it

Now he just reads them all
He reads them all his head

After he takes his medicines

He said he used write about everything
And wondered where everything went

After he stopped writing poetry
He felt his life came to an end