A Step Of Three Hundred Years Poem by Frederik Kenski

Look now
They consider you crazy
Everyone can swear you
Every child can throw a stone in your face
Or can show you a finger
Girls are avoiding you
You could marry
Just some pitiful
Debauchee
From the other town.

In three hundred years
Everybody will love you
You'll be considered a genius
They will sell your work
For twenty million
(Ones you unsuccessfully
Try to sell now
For twenty coins
For the milk for your children) .

They will be picking out a skull
From a communal grave-yard
That could
Be yours.