I only hope that someday the words
I bleed into each poem and rhyme
Will bequeath such a legacy that
it’s able to bridge the gap of time
Perhaps the future might honor me
for these simple words I leave behind
Or will these poems rust and splinter
into scraps penned from a withered mind
I have wondered this often and you gave it words beautifully.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for dropping by. No matter how much we try to convince ourselves that we do it win the name of art and not fame. We all secretly want to be superstars.
LikeLiked by 2 people
You are welcome. Yes we want to be known for who we truly are, not the roles given that we play.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like to believe once we write the words, they become part of history, and each time they’re read, we get a little closer to immortality. ;) :)
LikeLike