They follow you inside
Searching for a favour
You offer, mindlessly
They accept, gratefully
You hand it over and
They posess great thanks
To the extent of expressing
Their words in a poem
They produce a journal
Which prods you to smile
You took them for an artist
But never for a poet
Your face lights up
As they tell you more
Life touches you like that
Until next drunken time
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
They follow you inside
Searching for a favour
You offer, mindlessly
They accept, gratefully
You hand it over and
They posess great thanks
To the extent of expressing
Their words in a poem
They produce a journal
Which prods you to smile
You took them for an artist
But never for a poet
Your face lights up
As they tell you more
Life touches you like that
Until next drunken time
