Who Knew Poem by greg richardson
Who Knew
Who knew
it would end up
like this
a mass of poems
on an messy desk.
Some should be cherished.
Some should be burned.
Others should be layed
near my rotting corpse
forever inured.
All of them are good
I happen to believe
but what good is
unread poetry?
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
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5/2/2024 1:27:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I totally agree. Good poem. Thanks for sharing.