Poetic History

Written by: Larry Belt

Anticipation precedes the prize
Splendor warrants the wait
A marriage made through Heaven's eyes
There's no such thing as fate

The poets of old reap their reward
Through the pages in history
Left behind by their own accord
For poets like you and me

Who will be the next master poet
To leave their words behind
Whoever it is may never know it
Unless life treats them kind

There will never be another Poe,
Dickinson, Frost or Keats
But somewhere someone's words will show
That another poet competes

The more we write the more we learn
These words are always true
Just keep on writing and you may earn
A place in history too