If a poet holds the light of life,
and shines it all around.
Who lights the light
that burns so bright,
and always lets them down ?
It’s said that they who hold the light,
will have their hands burned raw.
That when they hold the light aloft,
they will be kicked down to the floor.
The poets must be foolish,
for they have been advised
of the dangers that they face,
as they put their thoughts to rhyme.
Would you hold that light so bright ?
Could you take the pain ?
Could you tolerate the suffering,
ridicule and shame ?
Could you lay your life out bare,
and let the vultures take their share ?
Could you cut your soul right open,
to let all of mankind stare ?
When the guilt of all our brothers,
finds a niche inside your mind.
Will you burn it out with the light of life ?
Or cut it out, with a red hot knife ?
Maybe you’ll just carry on,
with the life you call your own.
Let the poet hold the light of life.
As the way, they have been shown.
Let them have their hands burned raw.
Let them be washed up on the shore.
Let their body be cut for every sin.
Then why not rub the salt right in.
The poets there to be abused.
For all the time they hold the light,
for all of us who are confused.
This poem - 'The Light Of Life' was written at the end of the original draft of 'Visions Of The Future Past' which was first published in 1988. The book has had a couple of updates over the years but ALL of the poems and main concept of the original book has been kept.
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Thank You ...... Ven.