Sadly Young

This young sad poet
t ob e,
brooding over things
that tomorrow might not bring.
Other poets
are dying around him;
(they are flesh-bound too!)

exiting without fanfare and glory,
whose poems
shall collect dust
in lonely shelves
of musty halls
within greying walls
where no sun shines
on semi-precious gems of long ago -
(is this where he wants to be) too?

He broods on;
Taking with him his private agonies;
chasing after personal demons,
being pursued by them in turn....
to be
this sad young Poet.


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by Frederick Kesner

Comments (1)

I enjoyed this.Sadly, I don't think the mysteries of this are confined to the younger poet. There so few of us who break through and make a difference. I've booked my pace at The Dead Poets society dinner. Enjoyed Steve