Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Help A Poet

Help a poet, as he knows it,
In this world, so he can show it.
From the streets, so he can beat,
The poverty margin, I repeat.
To be the best, nevertheless,
In this life, I must confess.
To rise and shine, without the crime,
To bring you words, in perfect rhyme.

By Dr Geebers