We write of hate
We write of love
And other things
We know something of
At different angles
Add our lines
Take a spin
With what we find
Fact or fiction
Lies or truth
Being poets
It's what we do
We write of needs
We try and fill
Tug at hearts
Strengthen wills
From natures plight
To the call of man
We hold it all
Inside our pen
As the sage speaks
The pen moves
We say it all
It's what poets do
We write of days
Given away
A solace with
Something to say
Glimmer of hope
Much needed laugh
Rhyme for the reason
For feeling sad
A little off beat
Yet still in tune
Filling a need
It's what poets do