All I really want Is to make someone write That somebody, somewhere May find in my poems A hopeful thought A new reality A special swagger
Or simply to make someone smile Halfway around the world With eyes on the screen A tiny jewel to take through the day To help navigate this pandemic Lifting up someone's mood Just for a little while
But my deep desire Is to be remembered by the universe That my poems will touch Another human permanently And that touch like perfume Will spread outward Across time and space forever
It is a selfish ambition And reality sends me to tears To know I am nobody That my poems will be thrown Into the dustbin of infinity And shall be dissolved into atoms Never to be read ever again