To All You Poets Out There

Anguish not if your writings do not bring you the recognition that you desire. Poems are like fine wine. They may lay dormant for ages before their bouquet blossoms as the result of their discovery by those searching through the dusty back shelves of the book stores of the future. It matters not if they were handwritten on the cheapest of papers or printed on the finest of stationeries and bound in leather volumes. Be they eloquent or be they in the many languages of the unschooled they represent the inner feelings of those in the past that took the time to share a precious gift and they may well stand the test of time.