The greatest poem ever written
was lost
The poet, poor dreamer
died
Unknown and undiscovered
No value placed on
Sensitive souls
Piercing through darkness
The hells of our own making
Able to find words, give feeling
Without logic, full of sense
The grim indignities of life and death on this Earth
made worthy
Why
The greatest poem was seldom read
Never published, never purchased
Never handed down from father to son
mother to daughter
The greatest poem was simply
lost
And no one will ever know
We had the chance once
To find it.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Write-Away, June 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem