Forgive a poet who is content
when his pen is dry and words are spent,
when there are no problems to be solved
and no cast of villains to be involved.
Forgive a poet who can freely smile
when he has no troubles to compile,
when his sad songs have carried out their chore
and he does not need them anymore.
Forgive a poet who put down his pen
when he struggled to find his voice again,
when his words became all soft and sappy;
forgive a poet when he is happy.
Forgive a poet who put down his pen
when he struggled to find his voice again,
when his words became all soft and sappy;
forgive a poet when he is happy.
