A poet bleeds and breaks his heart
Spills it out on paper
The reader spares a passing glance
And treats it like a favour.
All the anxt and heartbreak there
The intellectual labour
Keep your troubles to yourself
Or share them with a neighbour.
Spare a penny if you’re kind
Spare it for a busker.
Nothing for the poet though
Empty words and bluster.
Skip around the mulberry bush,
Dance and skip and caper.
Another poem in the book
Isn’t worth the paper.
Andrew Green's Poems 
One of my all time favorites of yours!
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Reblogged this on Cashmere Illusions and commented:
An offering from a tremendously talented poet, this is one of my favorites.
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