What's the point of poetry

If All the World's to fall

If everybody just sits by

And does nothing at all?

Into the breach we have to fly

Handcraft our destiny

If we sit and do nothing

We will never be free

Though words may write

the end of days

We must stand up and fight

Poets fall before the praise

Their words carry the light.

What's the point of poetry

If all ink's washed away

If stone erodes it's faces off

If cracks form in the clay?

We must count on the memory

That exists in the rhyme

Carry on the surface

Carry on through time.

All fold to one; two all that's left

And insults hold no sway

This is the phrase that carries on.

This is the dawn of day.

Though words may write

the end of days

We must stand up and fight

Poets fall before the praise

Their words carry the light.

This IS the point of poetry

If all things fall to naught

The words will stay in hearts of men

Who love what they've been taught.

By Bonnie Cleary/Posted because she is singing this with me.