If I Were the Only Poet Left In the World Today
If I were the only poet left in the world today
And all the great verses and rhymes of the past
Were suddenly swept away in the awful crush
Of today's destructive and cacophonous voices
Were there only my paltry feeble lines remaining,
Is there a single word or phrase worth forever?
Maybe one, spanning a lifetime of humble musing
When I measure me next to Angelou or Burns
And what would that one memorable line be?
Presumptuous to think that I might have written
Something significantly of note to live in infamy
Or be called to future's memory spoken thoughtfully.
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2020
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