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An Okay Poem
If I should write a thousand poems
In perfect iambic pentameter, or free verse,
With images so vivid they create a scene
Will one of them be read in a classroom text
Or, find a place in a well-known magazine
One hundred years from today?
Shall my gems be greeted with ho-hums,
Laughter, derision, be mimicked, or worse,
Be read by a friend, a critic, or never seen.
The thought leaves me somewhat perplexed
Shall I arrive at the inaugural in a limousine?
Just let me write a poem that will be okay!
Copyright ©
L MILTON HANKINS
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