A Poem Named Saywell

I find, in life there are a few who'd treasure Cinderella's shoe. On Poemhunter's public square there is a frenzy (much to share) . I go, because I feel I must back to the days of lyric lust. When genuine poetic skill had landed on my windowsill. A handful of great human souls raked fellow men through burning coals. I stand, in awe, of those whose art could soothe the unforgiving heart. Dedicated with tongue-in cheek to a great poet and human being, Allan Saywell whose pets are as nutty as I consider 'just right'. If I ever do meet a better colleague I shall let ye all know.