Poets Who Reign

Sometimes I wonder… As I read the past poets, great writers, With offerings of words Who will ever be, so sweet - they shall not fade. But, then I read the current poetry – Modern thoughts with a modern muse, And I’m sensing that, if we should meet with one, Who wrote the best, the greatest, the insightful, We might be sadly pressed… to give these authors, Our recompense, Though we never would say the words, We lack the same reverence, the same awe, Admiration for those whose gifts… Aspire to offer our hearts the greatest genius. Would we recognize, today… The wonder of poetry that can honestly say… It will be gathered and assembled, Collected for the day – when our poetic successors Read the words that can still – Still a heart, warm a soul, and bring to readers… Joys untold, wonders so bold, lingering praise, For poets who reign in eternal grace, Plodding away, in complete assurance, that their words… Shall go down in history, forever and always – Poetic legends, notorious for their breathless pens, Their tender embrace – the amazing way they portray… Lovely lights beyond the poet’s persuasion.