None-In-Three

I press the button and renew The page with someone's masterpiece. I see a so-called review Of letters less than letters missed. The comment's author claims to be A bard, a critic and a muse. This three-in-one, or none-in-three Can't get the core of someone's views, Of thoughts in their poetic flight. Yes, it is hard - they tend to flee, But it's the artist's one true might To see what other eyes can't see, And poets for a day or two, Who shape a random phrase by chance, Who haven't proved a sentence true, Just have no right to set demands For those who ponder, dare and speak, Who search, discover and create. Their fame is yet to reach its peak, And as for you, it's way too late.