I am a poet
And You are too
And you are a weaver
Of words and arms and legs
Even if all you've woven are the laces in your shoe
And the mountain you climbed to your bathroom loo
Was not in vain
For now you are the writer of songs
The rain drums
At the window
You hum
Never was there music so true
And that is why
I am a poet
And You are too.
©MollySamson2011