In the quiet corners of a well-worn page,
Billy Collins weaves his gentle spell,
His words, a dance, a thoughtful wage,
In everyday moments, they dwell.

Through windows of simplicity and grace,
He finds the extraordinary in the mundane,
A bird’s fleeting flight, a lover’s embrace,
In his verses, emotions unchain.

He paints with strokes of humor and wit,
Transforming silence into a melody,
In shadows and light, his musings flit,
A world unveiled with sincerity.

So let us walk through his poetic lands,
Where laughter and reflection gently blend,
In Billy Collins’ comforting hands,
A journey in words that never ends.