Friendship is like a diamond there
are flaws but if polished right it shines.

But then there are those that are glass,
and when dropped they shatter never to rebuilt.

Can a blind man
Become a poet
How can one write
about the things
they have never seen

Could a deaf man
Write poetry
How could he express
the sounds of things
He has never heard

Would a dolt even think
About writing poetry
and if he COULD put down
on paper what he feels
Who on Earth would ever listen

There's a professor at Harvard
Who teaches poetry
left, write, upside down, and sideways
but, she was never
Write for me

You don't have to be pretty
On the outside
To draw a crowd

Those that we should pity
On the inside
Pouring ugly out

There are far too many
Who don't have any
Idea what life's about

And if there weren't those with beautiful souls
How would they know
Or figure out

In one strike
In a split second of time
Heaven turns into a hell