THE POETS LAMENT
Where are the poets that came before,Have they gone to a better place.
Time cannot diminish what they wrote,
They can never be replaced.
If there's a poet's heaven,
Do they live there by the score.
Or if you ever get there,
Do you find there's many more.
Entertaining the masses,
Like they've never done before.
Good ones and bad ones,
Are never shown the door.
For a poet work is never done,
They never really die.
They live on forever,
In the readers mind.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-04-23 at 07:08
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