Gathering Dust
I write poemsso that some day
in the far off
not too present future,
when even my tombstone
has turned to chalk dust,
and the worms' great grandworms
have forgotten all about them,
someone will find
a few of my words,
congealed in a poem,
floating in the ether
or gathering bookshop dust.
They'll read my poem,
and smile,
or frown,
wondering who it was
that had written
this lost curiosity,
and they'll notice my name,
mispronounce it,
and picture
a far, far more handsome poet
than I ever was.
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-04-14 at 03:55
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