Poem for Today : 'The Poet'

The Poet
An attic room
high rent
no food ---
how ill he looks
just sitting
thinking deep
transferring thoughts
to paper.


Genius or fool
we know
alive --- a fool,
dead --- a genius.


His work
makes people think,
makes people rich.


He died ill
in poverty
in that
cold
attic room.

© 1966 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh