A Poet’s Life

A poet’s life is a distant life, if born to truly be.
Deep in thought away from most, has obsessed the heart of me.
I can’t explain the reasons why my life and thoughts remain
away from those who come to me to talk and entertain.

I’m sure one day if ever asked, the memories from these few,
of who I was, they’d likely say, “We tried, but never knew.” 
People usually pass me by without a word to say;
Satisfied, cause I have always wanted it that way.

A poet’s life is a distant life, with still a basic need;
I'm waiting for the man who cares to learn the heart of me.
I love to laugh with friends a while, but little time I’ll give.
Alone at last, away from most, is how I choose to live.

© Cheryl Taul
January 21, 1994