What's a Poet?

"Grampa, What's a poet?
A rhymer that doesn't know it?"
"No dear, one of substantial grit.
A champion who cares not a whit!"

"Well that's not exactly right!
Poets argue into the night,
Over issues like the color of light."
"What's the answer? I'll bite."

"They interpret things we take for granted.
Critics say their views are slanted.
A wine freshly decanted!
A painting Rembranted!"

"What about a poet's spirit?
If there's more, I want to hear it."
"Well honey, the clan's loose-knit.
Each member relies on imperious wit."

"Poets are a strange breed.
And they have a common creed.
For noble causes they bleed.
Heroes they are, in word and deed."

"Grampa are you a poet?"
"Yes!"