Colin F. Jones

THE POET’S DILEMMA

The things I’ve been accused of
Of advancing and of fleeing,
Of Angelic prose and blasphemy,
Near sighted and far seeing…
A bully and a gentle man,
A stirrer of the pot,
A liar and a wannabe,
I have been called the lot.
But seldom do they refer to me,
As I really am,
But that’s my lot I must agree,
According to God’s plan.
For a poet is quite truly free,
Of that I know I am.