There was a poet on HP
Who had alot of ♡
He tried to stay
out of the fights
He kept himself apart
He had a love of poetry
He lived for his art.
Talented, he made "the grade"
As "minded" poets do
But he didn't try
to "people please"
And so mean writes
eschewed.
When he encountered
"lesser lights" he didn't
make them blue
But put ♡s on them as well
For their hearts were true.
Time went by... how it did fly!
As if given wings!
He found he had "The Daily"
(When there was
such a thing)
He tried to READ all poets
but could not, everything...
So he decided just to read
The small group
within his ring.
He would NOT be purchased.
He would NOT be sold.
He was TRUE to his beliefs
Of his Faith quite bold.
Not only did he ♡
He gave "thumbs up" as well!
He reposted and was good
In fact, the man was swell!
He had a grateful following
But, as fate is wont
He couldn't keep up
with the load...
Found his health was shot
But he tried to be a light
He tried to give folks thought.
His readership got smaller
It seemed like every day.
He still tried to be genuine
And true in every way
But nobody wanted
him no more
He began to fade away...
Where the
rubber hits the road
He began to PRAY.
If you don't know
who this is,
Replace the "he" with "she"
She believes
And truly grieves
That poet would be ME.
♡ Catherine
My health isn't good anymore
my friends. I try to keep up,
but I just can't. I'll read when
I can, and promise to be
generous. Please don't be offended if I don't read as
much as I used to. Thanks!