The Poet,
He writes with emotion
Of rage or of joy
A love for a girl
Or his hate for a boy
He writes in times of pain and commotion
Writing works to make your head whirl

You,
The one who decides
You see emotions you want to see
A different view than that of the poet
A choice to be made of what words could be
You have the write to with your own eyes
Throw aside why the poet wrote it

The Poem,
The memory
The thing written down
In interesting words set on pages
The only thing to stay through time
A work of art that could last through the ages
Unless of course the pages turn brown
Or it is caught on fire and burnt to the ground