All the words and meanings that now seem leery, unripe
Someday, sometime they would rather seem ripe
O poet, scattering the seed in man's unplowed soil
Over time the vindication of your sentimental toil
Consolation though knowing that the grown plants by then
Will have roots anchored to your soul, watered by its scent
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