Panning For Poems - Poem by Brian Mayo
“You’ll never be a poet, sir! ”
I’ve heard the others cry.
As if the thought had not occurred…
It has, I can’t deny.
“There’s nothing here for you to gain!
Your prospects are quite bleak.
You’ll break your leg on rough terrain
Or drown in Poet’s Creek…”
Yet still I dream of striking gold-
The nuggets left behind
By poets who were not as bold
Or else were simply blind.
I found some land and staked a claim
A plot of virgin earth
I’ll try my best and feel no shame
And come to know my worth.
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