Dreams of Poets
In these United States alone,
two million poets are unknown.
But in their dreams they all proclaim
that only their style leads to fame;
Grand words some use, conveniently—
most vague can be such poetry.
I write not for posterity,
for fame, nor for prosperity;
but when my brain has turned to dust,
my skull a bucket filled with rust,
someone may find my rhymes one day
and smile at what I had to say.
Lord Byron I shall never be,
but I wrote pleasing poetry.
© 2016 Jerry Kemp