Poets are fools,
With words as tools,
They sculpt statues of dreams,
With wide open seams,
That really cannot apply,
For life Is what it seems,
And on dreams, we can't rely.

Poets are fools,
For they want with their tools,
The whole world to satisfy,
But you can't change the World,
And it is quite absurd,
For Poets to even try.

Poets are fools,
In a fantasy world,
They can't even justify,
Where they look for their words,
And dream, dreams of 'unheard',
As they keep on looking for the Sky....

Sandra Feldman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-are-fools/