Traveled By - Poem by John Shea
My poem is about poets so fickle are we
We think ours are the best but thats true dont you see
We think and we fret about how it will sound
But like Frost And Dylan we want to linger
Give me your ear and I'll patronize you
Cause I am a poet flipping the finger
Somuch for humor and wishing for fame
I am tired and dont know which road to take.
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