A hundred years from now may be.
Someone will read my poetry
and wonder how I came to write
my simple thoughts in black and white.
Amused by my naiveté
my complete lack of sophistry
Perhaps in pity they will give,
me credit as a primitive.
Just as some critics do today.
Poke fun at the old fashioned way
in which past poets used to write.
Immortal verse which can delight
their readers of the present day.
Despite what critics have to say.
15-Dec-07
Naa Ivor! If a hundred years from now, someone reads your poetry, they will all enjoy to read it, just as much as me! ! ! Thad *10*! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A real good poem here Ivor.