The Death of a Poet

[anthony S]

The death of a poet is a sad thing,
It makes my want to scream in pain;
Because the world has lost some its splendor,

It’s not as if it really matters,
The fact that it doesn’t make me sadder;

Because people don’t care about the art,
It’s almost as though they have lost they’re hearts;

But that is a fact known by all,
The human race is bound to fall;

But no one cares about this sad fact,
Because they know that they can’t hold it back;

Because if they do they’re out of control,
They know that they have lost their souls.

If you were in control what would you do?
Would you change the world or let it continue?

Continue on its path of destruction,
We can’t change with a push of a button.

If we could,
It would be like wining a bet.
Almost like a change of the set!


Anthony K. Stickels