Lazy poets, why do you rest,
When your pen could be put to the test,
To write of love, of life, of pain,
To weave a tapestry with each refrain.
The power of words is in your hands,
A gift to share with all the lands,
Your pen can move us, inspire us to be,
The best versions of ourselves, don't you see?
So why do you sit there, twiddling your thumbs,
When your words could reach the hearts of some,
Who need to hear the thoughts in your head,
To find the courage to rise from bed.
For poetry is the soul's expression,
A way to ease our minds' obsession,
To lay our fears and hopes bare,
And find solace in the art we share.
So lazy poets, heed this call,
And let your words ring out to all,
Write more, create, and let your soul soar,
And watch your poetry inspire even more.
For in your words lies the power to heal,
To make the broken feel whole and real,
To bring light to the darkest of days,
And inspire others to change their ways.
So pick up your pen, and let it flow,
Let your words ignite the world's glow,
Don't let your talent lie dormant, unseen,
Write more, lazy poets, and let your art be seen.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S 🇰🇪
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