The Poet's Legacy Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Have I written one outstanding poem
I am proud to say is my best work,
And am I the one to judge the lines, or
Does time place value on a poet's words?

Does anyone know what makes the pen
Ink the page with memorable phrases
Filling blank pages with gathered rhymes
Over which many an eye restless gazes

From time to time, and then suggests
This piece reminds me of empty spaces
Vast wastelands of wonder unexplored
And pages of white manuscripts wasted.

So be it, I shall never know the ecstasy
Of the one who finds a jewel, shouts with glee
Maybe next century in the grand scheme
Of things, finding their own meaning in me.