Sans poets and wordsmiths,
Designers of phrase
Language, people’d
Be all but fenced in

By thoughts and beliefs
Of those pragmatic ones
Whose creative turns
Ne’er did begin

Limited vision
Amblyopic, not fine
With goals held
Tight-in and constrained

Would miss wonders abounding
Just under the nose
As decorum
They aimed to maintain

Dreamers and schemers
Would have no release
No method to share
Grandeur when

Their brilliance required
More than act or display
But a story
With magnificent spin

So sing praise to the lyricist
Hymn to the pen
Engaged not for gain
But for whim

Bless the crazy ones
Rebels, sky writers, square pegs
It is in them
Amazing begins