The greatest of poets probably went unnoticed,
so when you are out there exploring with your words--
when those people never come to give you praise.
Take some pride in knowing that they probably haven't found you yet
just keep writing because eventually you'll write a master piece.
That your children's children will be able to find in their history books--
Until that day comes, write until those hands fall off,
So history can look back at how you never stopped
and how prideful you were of your work.
That even when people didn't acknowledge your poetry to be poetry--
You kept on writing the hooplas and sweeneytoons until you could not.
Because those hands of yours are the only ones that will ever exist.
The lines that you wrote, today, will be ones to live tomorrow.
That when your life ends, your writing can begin to live for you.
Your voice unlike many others will be unable to die;
secretly you may wish to be found
just like many others before and after you will be found
just remember that some lost treasures are forever lost--
but they are the treasure that everyone is still seeking.