To an unread poet

            

I used to read your poems

But lately, you don't write

You're silent and aloof

You know that isn't right.

You can't close a door once opened

You can't abolish all your dreams

You're a poet of the heart

Mustn't fall apart at the seams.

Say what you can in words

They speak the message truly

Spoken from the heart

The poems will see you through.

A hermit's not your style

A recluse, you are not

Never give up writing

Of things that you've been taught.

I used to read your poems

I'd read them once again

If you would send them out

This one's from a poet friend