An international award
before I die,
After having the reward,
I will live no more,
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I had the same desire
now @ 79
only burns within me a fire
I keep pouring kerosine
to let it burn
A NOBEL while living I must earn
But they know not me
who in hell is
POET POET ME
DESPITE over thousands read me
NO INTERNATIONAL PRIZE
not even a lollipop
from the guy
down the street
who loves me and smiles
Uncle you are still living
HOPEFULLY
lofty ambitions and a sense of disappointment mock something which lulls us forward into the future, out of our reach
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Beautiful poem..very nice thought..a little ray of hope is necessary to live in this dreary burial ground