Awakening my old love of poetry

I used to know a lot

before I read much

I used to write fine poetry

epic, lots of fighting

battle wounds and crying.

now I just write about

my dog who needs her nails cut

and how I eat two eggs each morning

pretending I am British

as I drink my tea.

I used to know a lot before I read things.

I watch the news in dread

Numbly wondering who else is dead

I used to talk before.

and watch commercials.

Now i sit at the window

and notice that there are

so many flowers nobody picks.

we should pick them, you and I.

If a thousand soldiers die.

Today a million children starve.

I need us to pick the flowers

before the petals fall

I don't know why- it's just important.

that's all.