A poet and his sadness are like a clown & his happiness;
a clown can't truly laugh without happiness & a poet isn't until sadness.
A poet & his sarrows are like today and tomorrow;
today was once just tomorrow & a poem was one just sarrows.
A poet & his heartache are like a tornado and its wake;
a tornado goes unfeared without its wake & a poet isn't until heartache.
But a poet and his pain are not like an old man and his cane;
the old man could walk without his cane, but the poet couldn't write without his pain.
By: Cheyenne Buchanan
I really like this one. They are all GREAT:) you are so very talented
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