To be a Poet III

In the balance of profit and poetic grace I contemplate a different embrace To be a poet, not just a corporate thrall In the rhythmic dance of words, I stand tall So, in the boardroom's hum and the market's sway As an entrepreneur, I dream of a poetic display To be a poet, let the verses enthrall In the midst of business, let the poet stand, not fall And here I am in my dim light room A solitary soul, a quiet cocoon Wondering when I will bloom In the silence, where shadows loom