Poetry is what gets lost in translation
Robert Frost
You can write the verse
You make life rhyme
You can fill your days
Or just fill your time
You can live your dreams
Or sit and wait
You can put pen to life's paper
Or in the hands of fate
You can leave the page empty with things never done
You can read other people's poetry
Or go have your own fun
You can be life's poet or life's ponderer
Life's bard! Life's muse!
You can be the spinner of your story
Only you can choose.
and that's poetiquejustis
For the present is the point at which time touches eternity
C S Lewis
