Dear Children

by Lennart
(Bergschenhoek, Zuid-Holland, the Netherlands)

If you like this poet then hear what I say:
some call him brilliant and some call him gay
but the critics don't scare him, they leave him ice-cold
for he is an artist, he dares to be bold.

So once in a while, he takes hold of his pen
writes a few lines or more if he can
and then he feels rested for this is his drug
He needs no vacation, just ink in his mug.

But do not be mistaken, he hates his own soul
for the addiction to writing is taking its toll.
Without the words flowing the sleep cannot come
and when he is tired his pen-hand is numb.

So remember dear children,never to write
for the ink and frustration will hold you so tight.