A point some may say is not so
Poetry maybe the bud of philosophy
This is a point in my head, I suppose
yet, an emotion in my heart, I know!

Poetry could quite possibly be
What fertilized
The study of philosophy

Poetry has become a whimsy of the past
Evidently fluency of the word
Is a talent that interest has
Supposedly surpassed

The world has become computerized and numb
Philosophy has become secondary
Some who are seeking knowledge see philosophy as a crumb

As if it is not important
To understand man's soul
To write within the heart of wisdom
So that man does not turn into lumps of coal

The next time you read a poem
Let it's aroma last
Absorb the philosophy*
*Do not make poetry fluency forever part of the past