Hey, where are you Mr. Poet
I searched and I wait
But you are neither here nor there
Have you somehow lost your muse?
Have you somehow lost your youth?
Have you somehow lost your pen?
We await, Mr. Poet
I still stand in my window pane
I still look for your silhouette
I still wait for your poems..
Hey, poet man, I beginning to wonder where he is too..
What's the problem with the poet man...I hope he has not lost his touch...good poem...
Hey, poet man, I beginning to wonder where he is too..
What's the problem with the poet man...I hope he has not lost his touch...good poem...
Hey, poet man, I beginning to wonder where he is too..
What's the problem with the poet man...I hope he has not lost his touch...good poem...
Hey, poet man, I beginning to wonder where he is too..
What's the problem with the poet man...I hope he has not lost his touch...good poem...
Hey, poet man, I beginning to wonder where he is too..
What's the problem with the poet man...I hope he has not lost his touch...good poem...