It's called poetry. Phew, it's exhausting to live. Even poets don't have time for poetry. Unless a father dies, or a baby is born, or you fall in love - really in love. Then a different set of needs takes over.
Poetry provides a language for the emotions, a way to express joy, gratitude, grief, sadness.
It's always been so. Poetry is essential to the fabric of culture - and to the fabric of our lives. We don't have time for poetry. We've got them right for the most part. Deeply felt concern is not as effective as insulin.