I surely don't mean to brag or boast
But my words have been read to many a toast
Golden words may flow now and again
Raging from the poet's pen

Sculpted and molded some words beware
Some poets write truth and others just flair
Some are put on cards and some in songs
But all end up right where they belong

Most are heard but seldom seen
They get passed by and loose their sheen
Like a dying flame they slowly fade
Waiting for resurrection on some other day

Our words are powerful surpassing unique
Our words can be happy and sometimes bleak
Your pen will bleed and before you know it
You've joined the ranks of the unknown poet