Mozart Poem by Laurence Overmire
Mozart
had a voice
He had to sing
With the full force of his youth
Not caring what anyone else
Thought, like it or not
Cost him plenty, of course
In the political swirl
of the age
He was after all
An artist
Ignored at the end
Rudely tossed out of the glittering court
Into the shallow confines of an
unmarked grave
A shovelful of lyme to
Cover the stench of poverty.
~ Laurence Overmire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 7:08:39 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
