Hope Eternal
Another poetaster or a budding Baudelaire?
No one takes much notice, no one seems to care.
He writes his contributions yet knows deep down within
Another terse rejection slip is what’s awaiting him.
Enclosed within an envelope the editor’s regrets,
Another sprig of poetry returned with due respects.
But why does he continue, knowing every rhyme
Like bread cast on the waters returns – before its time?
Perhaps it is perversity that makes him not give in,
Perhaps he is a hero who knows he cannot win.
Perhaps he’s writing doggerel that hides a gem or two.
Perhaps Apollo’s sunbeams - though so rarely - do shine through.
Perhaps - - he is a genius born long before his hour.
It is this thought which most of all provides his staying power.
“Those stuck-up academics who deny my hidden talent
Shall one day crave my pardon when its wonders are apparent”.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2017
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