As a child must learn to walk
before he attempts to run
So a poet owns the dark
long before he knows the sun

There's a shared fact to our lives
we poets all come to know
The quiet still of the cool night
that gives strength to mornings glow

It is just the way of things
that make us seem so far apart
To miss the heat or the cold
but touch workings of the heart

For whatever  the reason
we are here to make a choice
You see a child crying out
then have to give him a voice

Perhaps it's our fated lives
to give song to the cold din
But life’s a race we all share
and who cares if we don't win

It isn't how fast you run
nor how elegant you look
Think of those who took the time
to leave a mark in life’s book


Tate

Original with music and pictures
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