Kingdom

My Kingdom For a verse Worthy of note A poignant stanza Recited before a willing audience My Kingdom For the words Etched on an unmarked grave Moss won't grow over Because it's visited Time to time Read chapter and verse As it nurses the soul Of the lost dead poet's Who congregate at midnight Feasting on the shards of fame That never came calling Beset rather by Crippling writers depression Dead before deciphering the lesson My kingdom I tried But cold and wet Looking for a phone box for shelter In search of finery I sink blessed without even a coin My damp hand clenched into a pocket full of hole's For bus fare home My kingdom For a happy end