An Ode To the Unknown Poet

He wrote poems that nobody read He wrote sayings that never got said He wrote lyrics that nobody sung They were masterful - every one He wrote essays never taken up by the cause With his writing he seldom would pause He wrote novels that nobody saw The publishers never did call His creativity, nobody else could match He had ideas nobody else could hatch But his product nobody else would see Because he lacked notoriety But his pen continued to flow Though the results had nowhere to go He put them out on the Internet But nobody has read them yet They buried that poor man today Still not knowing what he had to say His gift he tried so hard to share Is lost in the ethereal somewhere Perhaps this story is true Perhaps this is all about you If so, I feel your pain There are many who can make this claim