He wasted his talent for most of his life
Buried down deep in his soul
Knowing he had the words to heal
But no one would ever know

He could see inside a person's heart
He knew how to fix their pain
He could even find the rainbow
Each time that it started to rain

And though he had never been there
He could still understand their grief
He knew what each was looking for
And could offer a little relief

He was more than your everyday poet
For he had such a special gift
He could always bring his words to life
To set our souls adrift

There was something about the words he chose
That was simple, with understanding
His words were kind and well defined
Suggesting, but never demanding

How many lives could this poet have touched
If he would have only followed through?
Don't be afraid to write what you feel
For this poet, could even be you