My legacy,
given to and
through the madness and magic
of poetry
will live on long after I'm gone
and
that's what you got
to look forward
to.
You can sail off or bail out,
set fire to the winds and watch
the clouds shout as
they niftily shift through the air, but
my lines will be everywhere.
And when I am dead, in the dark,
my skeleton dug up,
archeologists will remark
these are the bones
of a poet,
I know it and you'll know it too
that's what you got
to look forward
to.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
My legacy,
given to and
through the madness and magic
of poetry
will live on long after I'm gone
and
that's what you got
to look forward
to.
You can sail off or bail out,
set fire to the winds and watch
the clouds shout as
they niftily shift through the air, but
my lines will be everywhere.
And when I am dead, in the dark,
my skeleton dug up,
archeologists will remark
these are the bones
of a poet,
I know it and you'll know it too
that's what you got
to look forward
to.
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