A Poet Seer saw a leaf <br />falling <br />falling sere <br />cast away with the winds <br />here and there <br />humiliated <br />as if it were garbage: <br />Said the Poet Seer: <br />'Look as this leaf am I; <br />so many years of work <br />yet unrewarded and <br />with the sword of oblivion <br />over me thrown here and <br />there as garbage. <br />Is that the Muse the happiness <br />you promised me? ' <br />Spoke not the Muse nor <br />answered. <br />But left the Poet Seer to <br />contemplate of ages yet to come <br />and humans yet to come as in a <br />globe as Banquo saw kings <br />in his descendants.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-seer-saw-a-leaf/
