The Esteemed Poetry Critic
My brother, one year younger
and an athlete of some note,
once found my private notebook,
seeing poetry I wrote.
Before that day I fancied that
my writing held some unction;
I worked to craft each poem so
to serve a noble function.
I'd rather hoped each one would stir
its reader's soul profoundly,
but brother claims their value lies
in helping souls sleep soundly.
written 5 Feb 2023
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