SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

An Old Poet/Trudges His Way

AN OLD POET/ TRUDGES HIS WAY

An old poet
Trudges his way
Through the world
Increasingly grey.

Time which ripens
And Time which destroys
Takes no special pains to say
The Poet soon
Will Whiten away.

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And yet the poet will leave a legacy behind, some nectre of his thoughts, some jewels collected from the stony soil of his/her mind.