Everybody Wants To Be a Poet
Everybody wants to be a poet
Or so it seems.
Or maybe just for today.
Near night it's DUSK
And the sun no Longer gleaming.
All are said to be reluctant to
Proceed.
Excuse me if I sneeze if only for
One season.
Everybody wants to be a poet to
Bad so sad, not enough space
They speed for small space they
Can cram in to , and linger on
Line.
They speak small talk in the
Shade only SHADOWS.
NO SIGN OF TIME.
IS THERE A TOMORROW?
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