A Poet Seer Saw A Leaf Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Poet Seer saw a leaf
falling
falling sere
cast away with the winds
here and there
humiliated
as if it were garbage:
Said the Poet Seer:
'Look as this leaf am I;
so many years of work
yet unrewarded and
with the sword of oblivion
over me thrown here and
there as garbage.
Is that the Muse the happiness
you promised me? '
Spoke not the Muse nor
answered.
But left the Poet Seer to
contemplate of ages yet to come
and humans yet to come as in a
globe as Banquo saw kings
in his descendants.