Poetry

Poor Poets Dream

Oh to write words immortal!
To write verse
so beautiful
so timeless
that it is revered
two-hundred years
from now
To live eternal via
thoughts scribbled
on a Solstice Friday
in 2018
How amazing would
that be?
If it happens, sadly,
I won’t be alive to
see it

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