Lost Time

Time slipped my grip

Long time ago

I remembered and then forgot

Like a lost cat

I drifted through

The thing I thought was

Important in my world

Love will return

Once I loved you too

Now only little I do

The things are no more true

Only the feeling being blue

The Poets Lamentation

Poetry is always a lost cause

No money no readers and

Very little encouragement

We poets are like the Albatros

Free in the Wind but lost

Onboard the ship that is

The rest of humanity

So, yes Baudelaire is right

We poets are not that good

In taking a fight

But here we are

This our time

On earth