Today, going to town on the 134 bus
I understood something I knew.
Being a poet or artist is just part of my day.
Doing anything else is that too.
You do what you do as part of your day.
I do what I do too.
I have skills gifts or whatever.
You have yours too.
Does that make me different from you?
The general view sets people apart.
Shopkeeper, doctor, handyman, nurse.
Says poets, artists are special.
This hurt my heart more than I knew.
Another view says, we are essentially the same.
Who we are is not a matter of doing.
Says love is our game.
Such a pity that gets shadowed and axed.
Forgotten among surviving the days.
So…..
This being a poet or artist is just part of my day.
Doing anything else is that too.
Something I Knew
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