The Life of a Poem

A glimmer of thought a bright shinning view a way to present something old something new. With liquid pen of color and by a poetry lover a description soft or bold is brought into view. It sits on a page a poet's work of creation. It's quality and summation justly decides it's station. In a book on a numbered page it will sit through out the age. Just another poem in another book the poets wish is for you to look. With fear and trepidation comes the words that all poets do fear. (This book is out of print as of this year.) Now to archive and dusty book cases the end of reigh is near. By happenstance and twist of fate some are resurrected. Oh how we pray we stand the test of time in order to be selected. With the passing of time and life's changing view. The old must now give way to the new. Now poems of yesterday don't pass away they just pass from view. They slip into the sea of past history seldom to see the light of day. Not dead or alive they just linger. Their job they have done they have paved the way for what is yet to come.