It was words from creativity of then All this thinking had the Poet pondering on when It was the moment sitting high above on a bridge It was life being a privilege The seven seas as they revolve The feeling of the flowing breeze to think of Suddenly the sun’s spotlight giving warmth all around The movement of cars all making a sound Yet the moment of life can be a sudden tap of death A moment can be a second with fast acceleration It doesn’t matter of age within the generation But the source of a Poet’s quick write Bringing from the heart and knowing how to excite It’s the pen and paper on a specific quest A computer and display screen as a back up in confirming the request We all take one day at a time Yet as a Poet we take thoughts with ideas in what’s combined Understanding and wisdom in what experience has given Education can only take you just so far In order to achieve you must the experience scar The inspiration coming from within and establishing a dialog at the end The Poet is one that knows, and also wants to encourage all and yet instill in let your feelings show. Your ideas no one can take away. Your mind being its own human microchip and your creativity hidden just waiting to come out. Words upon words, and this is what makes a Poet in what I am talking about.