The Problem With Your Poems
The problem with your poems is
You’re one of many whizzes
Who are sitting on a hoard
of brilliant gems obscured;
For we can not read them all
Nor the crop on Fall;
Thus they’ll gather dust
But write them, ‘cause you must!
Copyright © Hannah Borke | Year Posted 2019
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