Since Many Your Praises

Don't talk to me of who should or should not be seen as a writer or poet
Or who should be worthy of artistic note
Since one with another one cannot compare
Though your gift with others be willing to share
For if your creations to others you do not show
Your worth as an artist or writer you never will know
For recognition will be useless to you when you are dead
You will not hear the kind things of you that are said,
Is the reason you keep your creations hidden away
Is you fear unkind things of you the callous might say
A put down of your art or your writing to you a put down
You do know a few callous know alls who do live in the town
But that you keep your art or your writing hidden does seem a sad thing
Since many your praises would feel happy to sing.