A Broke Poet as many are,
We write out our thoughts.
As we wile at the hours, of another day.
Trying to make sense of reason and rhyme.
Telling our thoughts of another place and time.
Offers of grandeur, visions of fame.
Writing our thoughts out on a page.
As we pass away time, seeking to say;
Remember our thoughts, of our yesterdays.
Hoping for a name, some kind of gain..
To say, what we say, To all who will hear.
To write, what we write, To all who will read.
Some how it fills, an ever pressing need..
A not so broke poet, if you indeed, read.
Katrina Antionette Barnes