A Poem Named Saywell
I find, in life there are a few
who'd treasure Cinderella's shoe.
On Poemhunter's public square
there is a frenzy (much to share) .
I go, because I feel I must
back to the days of lyric lust.
When genuine poetic skill
had landed on my windowsill.
A handful of great human souls
raked fellow men through burning coals.
I stand, in awe, of those whose art
could soothe the unforgiving heart.
Dedicated with tongue-in cheek to a great poet and human being,
Allan Saywell whose pets are as nutty as I consider 'just right'.
If I ever do meet a better colleague I shall let ye all know.