A foot-note writer
even that I aspire not
I fall far behind
the superior lot

thousands, hundreds of thousand
out there with stunning brilliancy and lofty thought
sadly they have been left out
such posthumously time forgot

only the moment I clung to
I stopped short to write on the spot
the fluff had been cast away
when the poem had been wrought

scarcely could I comprehend
the words that inspiration brought
a few lines here and there was all I penned
yet a foot-note writer I counted myself not.