" THE HEART OF A POET "

In the heart of poetry
I found my true love waiting there
Words and phrases
Morphing, into that which births
The children from my soul
And in each incarnation
I gather a little piece
Of artistic
Resonance
And hide it in a golden box
Stored beneath my bed
And each time I look inside
I find myself surprised
For my children
Grow
Into independence
Living lives all their own
And when a friend comes to me
Appreciating
What I've created
I am always sincerely
Grateful
That GOD has given me
The words
To carry on
For
Poets
Are so consistently
Under-appreciated......

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)