Please spare my verses
Please spare my verses from the books
Lying listless in a library
Or buried in between the covers
Of an unread bibliography.
Like tennis courts and pleasure craft
Bought with hope but left unused
Like much stuff that lies adrift
Expired insurance, left to rot.
No, if there is a word or two
That speaks to your condition
An image or a turn of phrase
That anchors your imagination
Then I’m happy, then I’m glad
That this work is not in vain
Then I rest a man fulfilled
That a few words still remain.
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