POET'S DILEMMA-

Ah! Poor Poet full of woe
who speaks in prose
and not in rhyme.
So full of hurt of human kind
thou spirit crushed
and fleeting soul
with bewildered brain and mind.

Thou partners have flown
their patience well spent
and we wonder why
for no tempers had flared
The time had come
and they have gone
with shrugged shoulders
left with an empty bed.