The limping poet walks around with tablet always in his hand
Has a real way with words, wants the truth to always stand
He might write about the sunrise or the wonders of love seen
A child who will not grow up and treat other people mean
Compose words of the future or pull them out of the poet
Keeps an eye on on the keyhole of happening events
Because he wants his words to inspire and last
You might think that sometimes his words are spiteful
Even out of control, but if he's inspired or even made you think
Just for a minute or even more than know
Than realize my friend that was the limping poet's goal