Sadly Young - Poem by Frederick Kesner
This young sad poet
t ob e,
brooding over things
that tomorrow might not bring.
are dying around him;
(they are flesh-bound too!)
exiting without fanfare and glory,
shall collect dust
in lonely shelves
of musty halls
within greying walls
where no sun shines
on semi-precious gems of long ago -
(is this where he wants to be) too?
He broods on;
Taking with him his private agonies;
chasing after personal demons,
being pursued by them in turn....
this sad young Poet.
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