When you, much-loved poet, shall die,
sure as sunrise, I will come by,
to share with you some solitude,
to express deep gratitude,
you inspired me much to go on
with more poetical creation,
I will come, too, with confession
I gave you no competition,
to assure you in me there was
no aim that you I will surpass,
in poetry's world you stand tall,
loom to be in Parnassus' hall,
happy I will be in the plains
writing of life's glory and pains.
© FLQ March 14,2014
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