What determines a classic?
And how does one become qualified,
To pick one out from a pile of trash?
Is it a value of a standard idealized and wished?
Is it a persuasion of a preferred taste?
Or one's choice to keep one's experience limited.
With it acknowledged by those of like minds,
To also define within their confines of desired comfort...
That which best describes myths kept and left depicted,
To fantasize by those maintaining a sustained romanticizing...
Lives lived fictionalized but nonexistent to ever realize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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