Inspired

A poem written in ink and hand doesn't differ from one written on a beach in sand,

Though not viewed by all it's meaning the same,
Only to flatter is for the weak and the vain,

A poet may write of love and be labeled a liar,
But to them their only hope is to inspire,

To inspire lovers to be together for all time,
Or to channel a story or theme in hope it'll rhyme,

To gently play at our cords of emotion,
Or show how some have suffered even in love and devotion,

No it is not a life of happiness and gesture,
Some artisans suffer life in infection and fester,

Though these memorable stoics may live so miserably,
They see the world around us with such love an humility,

Even if their lives are not perfect nor a fairy tale,
They see the good in all an express it in great detail,

Some driven by madness some in inspiration,
Others pushed over the edge in their desperation,

But do not pity the observer or the grand poet,
For soon it'll inspire their life to be written
as you know it.