An Ancient Poet's Dying Plea

Let thy truest light shine',
for joy soothes longing heart.
Great and wise muse is thine',
may finest glee you impart!

Gift words sweet as daily bread,
sing out wise words well praised.
Other poets need to be fed,
united in voice all gets raised!

Hold dear thy tender, inner child,
wrap in warmth its softer glow.
May ye even write as one wild
just to let this world know!

Climb mountains for higher thoughts
for time and poet's faith never halts!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-06-2017