The Poet Is A Singer

The poet is a singer his songs are in his heart
Yet in his own community not seen as an integral part
In the age of the celebrity he does seem out of place
And even in his Hometown his is not a well known face.

The poet has a singing heart yet his songs he does not sing
He is not an entertainer and performing is not his thing
One might say the quiet achiever yet in another time
He would have been looked up to as a marvellous Prince of rhyme.

The poet is not a braggart himself he does not promote
Yet he is not an ordinary man he was born to be a poet
And he does not live in the small World of me, myself and I
And he will always be a poet until the day he die.

The poet is a musician the music is in his song
But to the musical culture one cannot say he does belong
He did not learn from anyone the beauty of the wordsmith trade
And it does seem true about poets that they are born not made.