Time After Time

A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by

without a second glance, and never think twice

but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme

It’d stop you in your track, time after time

Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined

He’d pour out his soul, line after line

He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines

and so many other things that dance in his mind

By: J.N.R Dutton