There Was A Poet Whose Only Reading Was Poetry Poem by Shalom Freedman

There Was A Poet Whose Only Reading Was Poetry



There was a Poet whose only Reading was Poetry
Whose only work was Poetry
Whose only rest was Poetry-
There was a Poet whose only Life was Poetry
Who gave everything he had only to it-

This Poet totally lost in Poetry
Misunderstood totally the meaning of Poetry,
And so gave himself and everything he had
To the endless vanity of preventing his own inevitable extinction.

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Shalom Freedman

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