School of Life

Here's an exception to the rule
that poets don't do well at school

Except on very rare occasions
poets love to play the fool

A wise man who would like to write
takes up his pen and joins the fight

Here's wisdom everybody knows
Poems aren't the same as prose

There's something
in the rhyme and rhythm
wisdom's line is seldom given

In the madness and confusion
of the battle for your soul

Wise men would do well to listen
to the last words of the fool

Who sings of love
and death with vision

Now by God
my song is true

Not by dusty erudition
have I done as others do

But from the heart
by intuition

Now by God
my song is true