When Poems Were Lived

Tell you the truth the ones in teen There was a time I was your age When I didn't yield to the words' din Spent not the days pouring on page! But passed hours in the nooks of noon Smelling old books sniffing at dreams Rode my wings to the diurnal moon Never on page poured ink's streams! Fought many battles with enemy unseen soared high up to the depth of sky With ease painted the needed scene Jotting them down I never did try! I loved to love the girl next door Though hadn't ever seen clearly her face Imagined myself the princely amour And she my heart's pretty princess! I spent much time in a world my own On trails of mystery and missing link Might have yearned inside a poet to be grown I didn't waste time staining paper with ink!