How many poems in a poet's mind?
How many truths can be told in his rhymes?
How many thoughts can a poet convey?
That will remain true, one hundred years from today
How many people will read his lines
And make the connections, the poet designed?
And when he is gone, will his poetry give
Inspiration in minds of those that still live?
Will his words take seed in the minds of the young
And blossom like flowers in early spring sun?
And, if indeed, all this happens to be
The poet could alter all that we see
The poet need never take up the gun
For in his use of the word - his battles are won.
From "Portrait of Life" by Chot Lomerson