I watched you grow young poet,
There in line after line you grew
A space here and there to talk with me
Friends trying to write their poetry

A cry from me that goes unheard
Where are you poets that you only write
Take time to read others words
A world built in verse for better or worse.

I love you all equally as my words stream,
there in my tapping keys holding a dream.
That we could ever be well known or just free
Let us learn from this mighty knowledge tree

It is near time for me to stop tapping away
Age and other things crowd my every day
Just promise me in words from your pen
That none of you will leave us alone again

If you find things in life are becoming hard
Write, one day you may become a Bard
Bet you can’t is what I will say today
Time draws near for me to wend my way

Bye, don’t be shy, just cry for all
Those that have left and travelled on,
Read of them in the old poetry’s song,
To be heard above the dawn chorus throng