I’m, but a poet

by rangr


I'm, but a poet of a moment or two.
My tale lasts for a moment or two.
My laughter, for a moment or two.
Even my youth, for a moment or two.
I'm, but a poet of a moment or two.

Many poets have come before me and have passed.
Some with heavy sighs and others with sweet songs.
They too were a part of a moment,
and I too am a part of a moment.
and tomorrow will seperate us,
but for this moment, let me be a part of you.

Others will arrive with songs tomorrow,
and will choose the blossoming flowers.
People who will sing better than me,
and people who will listen better than you.

And if tomorrow remembers me:
why would tomorrow remember me?
This bustling world of tomorrow,
why should it waste its time on me?
I'm, but a poet of a moment or two.
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