Publish Or Cherish
Were I to compile all my poems
I’d surround myself with six or eight great tomes
And watch the age of yellow slowly creep
On poems with which no one would share a peep.
I fantasize of picking out the best
But then, what would I do with all the rest
For in their moment they were dear to me
How shall I place them now, one two or three?
We met and in consensus did agree
Upon the only way that it could be
That each should hold its place within my heart
For it’s just one long poem from end to start.
John G. Lawless
©12/8/2022
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