000 ~ Keats Poem by stan pelfrey

The beauty of truth
lies in that old Urn,
Keats brought to life.

Oh! John, where have you gone,
you left us only with you're
beautiful words that will
be with us always.

Your departure was too early,
you left us with a promise of
so much beauty to come, although
what we have is enough,
we are still wanting more.

Now in the here, I am
at the age of your death.
What have I done? Have I
brought truth into the world?
Have I brought beauty?

Yes, yes I have, for I have
been a father, an accomplishment
that you, John, during all your excellent
readings and writings never
achieved. I helped bring beauty
into this world in the form of my
child, and I witnessed the sad
truth of his early departure.

I have tried all my life
to be a Poet, the likes of
you, John, a great wordsmith
for all the ages. I am not
sure my ragged verse comes
close to yours, but I
know one part of my life was
great, beautiful and true.