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