Once wrote a poem that was so bad, <br />Knew it as it set on paper. <br />I knew right away that it was dead, <br />No one would read it, even as a favor. <br /> <br />And yet I was wrong as I could be, <br />It traveled all the world around. <br />people saw what I didn't see, <br />They couldn't seem to put it down. <br /> <br />My masterpiece, or so I thought, <br />Was just pure genius on my part. <br />I scratched and cried and even fought, <br />To wrench those words from my own heart. <br /> <br />And yet it's sitting still somewhere, <br />Out there in cyber space. <br />Nobody reads it, or much less could care, <br />So it never gets a passing gaze. <br /> <br />What it all means I just don't know, <br />Maybe I will someday. <br />Then I will know why the wind does blow, <br />And why night follows day. <br /> <br />7/7/13 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-wrote-a-poem/
