Poets say: 
 that life's a bloom
 that's here and then forever gone;
 to live each moment to the full,
 and welcome every blessèd dawn --

But you might ask 
 what poets know;
 they make no money, gain no fame,
 and choose confusing obscure words
 because their endings sound the same.

So I guess it
 is up to you:
 to do whatever you will do
 with what you find in poetry
 from clueless blogging hacks

 like me