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The Poet

You must live what you do
And life is poetry
And what does that make you but
The poet
We are many who live and work
We are few who do it well
There are thoes who do a job
For the sake of its pay
And there are those who know more
Than how its done
There are those who do it
With the whole intent
Of giving it their best
And their are those who
Lay back and rely on the rest

An honest worker will take pride
And never conceit
And at the end of the day
Will have honor and integrity
Never confusing fear for respect
For true repect has mercy and grace
Understand that even poets
Are imperfect
And moreso understands that
The poet will fail and never cease
To try do better again
Never having malice in heart
The poet with true valor will
Always seek to lead the way
With good intention
And will never betray

But fearful respect
Will never be merciful
And make judgement upon the leaders
As do people make judgements toward
Their tyrants or rulers
Fearful respect reconizes and
Grants no honor to miracles
And trusts nothing and no one

For an honest days work
Is an honest man's plead
Never asking for more than
What is rightfully due
And grateful with the job
And calls it a deed
Honor is its own reward for those who
Honestly desereve it
And Arrogance is the character
One developes when one
Realizes they must achieve
Instead of serve they mandate
and demand
Never giving their best
Never taking a stand
They fall weak to greed
And every other dark and weak trait
For those who polish the wings
To assure the safety of life
In flight
One must do more than their task
To grant an even safer return
This task must require an earnest
And vigilent breed of being
Of pure and unblemished means
A manner of living life
And loving without the fear
Of rejection and mockery
For these are one in a million
The few who stand alone
The poets of life
Who do more than write
But live by example and pave
The way for heroes
To later follow
And claim to break the mold

The mold
What poets make and live by
What dreams they make manifest
For the greats to aspire
Establishing new boundaries everyday
Without a single notice
Just a kind word
Of a good day
The only evidence
Of the true unsung hero
The poet



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