The Poet's Dream Poem by Francis Duggan

The old poet in his seventies he had a dream of fame
A memorial plaque to him in poet's corner his an immortal name
A far greater poet than Homer or Dante or Shakespeare
And not one person in the World of his name who did not hear.

Because of him the World he once lived in was much a better place
And he was now a legend the pride of his clan and race
And streets and towns named in his honour who said dreams don't come true?
In life not many knew of him but in death his legend grew.

The greatest poet of the century yet in his life time little respect to him was shown
And the once almost obscure writer now World famous and well known
And all around the World in every city and every town
Streets and parks named in his honour for to honour his renown.

In life he only knew disappointment as well as poverty
And the reaper claimed him a common mortal but in death his name in immortality
Admired by the literary critics as a true poetic great
The one who died an almost unknown his name now they celebrate.

Daylight shone in his window and from his dream he did awake
To the song of a blackbird singing in his backyard a voice he could not mistake
For minutes he had become famous a huge boost to his esteem
And he started his day happy as he thought of his great dream.