A Poet

He was a Poet and
he didnt even know it
treasures of gold buried
deep within this thing
walking around on shoulders
weighed down with pain
heavy like boulders.

He was a Poet and
he didnt even know it
never chose it,it chose him but
took him years before could show it
either he kept it,blow it, or invest it, he
wasted it all just to save himself
A hidden talent of wealth

He was a Poet and
he didnt even know it
not his fault, until
the minute he saw it
felt it, a strong urge, to spend it
express it, no more pain- he said it!
A poet and he didnt even know it.

Mythical_Poet
2 March 2012