Poets Play With Hearts

In hope, I had a poet friend To tell my dreams about And find in him the words I missed In other talk, without Some poet friends gave me great Joy, and we would never part But other ones were not the same- For poets play with hearts Like old maids play gin rummy Like rummies play old maids A poet steals your heart away And runs with it, in spades It's but a game to those with no Compunction, for their art Make no mistake about it- For poets play with hearts It was a lesson must be learned By anyone who's vulnerable Unless you're moron, just like me Your heart should be quite learnable So take heed to my words And don't take well-aimed darts It's dangerous ground you're treading- For poets play with hearts. (It wouldn't be so bad To rob me from my sleep If it were not for all that, They never play for keeps.)