A Poem for Poets, by Robin 2002

Oh don’t we sound silly My grey celled Mate

Does it happen by chance or does it just come by fate

That we who are blessed with wisdom and charm

Can to some people Attract yet to others disarm

Perhaps it’s a blessing or maybe a curse

For our good times seem better but then the bad times are worse

But no matter the world over a coffee we can sit

Amazing each other with our own special wit

We who are versed in words that are penned

Visit just briefly from the world of pretend

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