In the quiet corners of a poet’s mind,
Where words dance in subtle grace,
Billy Collins’ whispers find
A world where time slows its pace.

Each line a gentle brushstroke,
Painting scenes of everyday bliss,
With humor, wit, and a touch of smoke,
His verses a harmonious kiss.

Through windows of mundane sight,
He crafts tales both deep and light,
Unveiling truths with soft delight,
In the hush of a starry night.

Let us linger in his poetic space,
Embrace the warmth of his rhyme,
For in Billy Collins’ tender embrace,
We find comfort in the passage of time.