Ere I Wrote a Word 2 Replies Ere I wrote a word I heard the morning bird Who knows not of plot, Yet he Inspires poetry. Keats had his Nightingale. But All hearts fail. Though poetry lives on When poets are gone Share this:PrintRedditEmailPocketPinterestTumblrTwitterFacebookLinkedInTelegramWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
Yes, poets live on through their words. I hope yours live a long time.
Thank you, Vivienne. You are very kind. Best wishes. Kevin