Dead Poets Society

I started out as a young poet Back then my poems were bright and happy and numerous. But I was in love, what more can I say? I wrote poems about love, Poems about smiles, Poems about sunsets and... Nothing, for a while.

I came back as a sad poet This time my poems were slow and dim and scant. But I was tired, what more could I do? I wrote poems about life, Poems about war, Poems about sleeping and... Continued for a while.

I woke up as a tired poet Right now my poems are vague and varied and random. But hey I'm sleepy, what more do you want? I write poems about...stuff, Poems about this, Poems about that and... I've been here quite a while.

Pretty soon I'll be a dead poet And then my poems will be empty and hollow and absent. But I'll be at rest, what more could i ask? I'll write a poem on my grave, A poem about death, A poem to say goodbye... I'll be gone for quite a while.