9/13/2014

POETRY IN DANGER

I may grab it tonight, Bind it in shackles of letters, And may lock it in with mysterious words And for eternity prisoner it shall remain in pages But some impostors may claim as its jailer in coming time With even powerful chains and strong bars and convincing weapons; And when my youth wither and bones decay and flesh succumb to end, Then cruel time will confiscate from me ‘What’s not mine!’


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