Rick YanceyPoets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.
About This Quote
When you read the quote, “poets never die, I thought, they just fail in the end” you think that it is just a quote about poetry or writing. However, there is a deeper meaning to the quote. Many times when people are in their later years they seem to have lost their drive. They are no longer producing any new works of art or writing their way through the dictionary.
The problem is that they have lost the desire to write or create ideas. This can be due to many factors, but it has more to do with being too comfortable with the ruts of life. After all, what good does it do to have an artistic mind if you are too lazy to use it?
Source: The Isle Of Blood
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