Poetic History
Anticipation precedes the prize
Splendor warrants the wait
A marriage made through Heaven's eyes
There's no such thing as fate
The poets of old reap their reward
Through the pages in history
Left behind by their own accord
For poets like you and me
Who will be the next master poet
To leave their words behind
Whoever it is may never know it
Unless life treats them kind
There will never be another Poe,
Dickinson, Frost or Keats
But somewhere someone's words will show
That another poet competes
The more we write the more we learn
These words are always true
Just keep on writing and you may earn
A place in history too
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