Poet working another late night
Writing his bars under a dim lamp light
He can’t slow down life won’t let him
he puts it all on the front line
it’s the moment of truth
he’s got to sink or swim
By: J.N.R Dutton
Poet working another late night
Writing his bars under a dim lamp light
He can’t slow down life won’t let him
he puts it all on the front line
it’s the moment of truth
he’s got to sink or swim
By: J.N.R Dutton
I wish I could reach out to call
or send a text or two,
but I can’t because you’re not around
man I sure am missing you
but I still press forward another day
Holding steadfast to my faith
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dedicated to everyone I’ve loved who has passed on
So one day, you sit & you say: “I want to be a poet”
It’s a beautiful goal to set, but it takes dedicated practice
to be any good at it and you’ve got to be sure
the fire of passion in your heart is fully lit
Would you still do it even if your critics threw fits?
or would you let them break your creative spirit?
By:J.N.R Dutton