''Who be the Best Poet? What be the best poem? It surely not be me, or mine... nor am I even qualified to weigh in on such heavy weight when it comes down to THIS...''.
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There's only one man I really know,
who had this answer years ago,
between folk songs for peons pay,
at Greenwich Village grotto cafés.
He began as a last minute fill-in,
and he went by the name of Bob Dylan.
A Poet who knew the words and streets
of New York City's midnight beat.
And like magicians with slight of hand,
he became a Poet with lyrics and band.
'until his first billboard poem
found its way into millions of homes,
Dylan had finally branded the notes,
of a song that perhaps time forgot he wrote.
And it might be a stretch to think that he knew
he'd be in my poem when he wrote this tune.
Best Poet, best poem...we will never, ever know
as, ''The answer is blowin' in the wind'',
thank you Bo!
FjR-MMXVI
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem