The Life Poetic
Poets live lonely lives,
writing for themselves,
sitting in cafes,
coffee growing cold.
They pen verses
that may never be read,
or if read,
only in secret.
Sad and alone,
they drink whiskey and beer,
trying to soothe
their restless souls.
In the quiet corners
of dim-lit rooms,
they write their lives away—
cold coffee, heavy hearts,
and words waiting
for an unseen reader.
Tim! Go outside!