My verse is not the finest
it grates upon the ear,
and the stories I have written
no one wants to hear.
But each artist has his season
is something I have heard,
so hope lives on within me
I waste not a single word.
Write on I will this lifetime
each verse and tale in prose,
waiting for the discovery
after this book I close.
Personal gratification
does not impel my pen,
but to intrigue the minds of others
and it matters not just when.
A future generation
may need the view I've had,
my words would then find purpose
by turning to good, some bad.
Wait now upon the paper
for the reader to arrive,
as he reads the message written
again I'll be alive.
by Robert Quinn
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