Worth The Pain (Poetry)

I have the will
I have the way
but have no reason
some might say

I have the blood
I’ll grow the skin
and find a way
of working in

I wrote the song
and taught the bird
to listen well
and learn each word

And there are nights
the moon and I
like lovers gaze
bright eye to eye

While stars accuse me
face to face
I break the rules
should know my place

If God agrees
he doesn’t say
but lets me have
my wilful way

I make things up
and write them down
the seeds of thought
old loves have sown

A poem sprouts
to colour lives
the pain’s worthwhile
if Art survives