It seems there's nothing new under the sun All has been written, all has been done At the very least in the realm of poetry Even if all is not written now, eventually it will be
Countless words written over many millennia In any language conceived, and any form of media Millions of people write to their heart's call Some reflect present issues, while some reflect the soul
Should we be discouraged? Should we be not? Let's load our ideas, and let's take that shot Blend your own flavor in something that exists Twist and turns, to the future we'll persist
May we continue to contribute to poetry's repository Write my fellows, in ink, screen, or plaque That in a footnote of history someday Lies our name, immortalized in black
It can be discouraging sometimes to think that your new idea is already an old idea of someone else. Nothing new under the sun. All of us just recycle words.
There's probably going to be someone who will be charged with plagiarism someday because their words and concepts will be similar to an existing one. The chance is miniscule, but it's there.