Do you think, we two, just you and me, <br />having reached the age of sixty-three, <br />could find fame by writing poetry. <br />Or should we continue to compose, <br />some assorted mild prose, <br />which then is lost in indistinct obscurity. <br /> <br />Whatever be out hope and our desire, <br />we always try so hard to thus aspire, <br />to create a poem that's so exemplary. <br />And a dream can still persist, <br />inside our mind's wish-list, <br />but fades so fast from it, eventually. <br /> <br />Yet never stopping, we just keep compiling, <br />verse after verse, each one becomes beguiling, <br />creating our own spoken tapestry, <br />So on reaching sixty-four, <br />will we be writing even more, <br />from our intellect, an untapped treasury. <br /> <br />It's not great works that come always from the young, <br />there are poets of great merit, their praises sung, <br />these have deserved to be legendary. <br />They have composed such noted writes, <br />each famous name lit up in lights, <br />because of their sheer talented artistry. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keep-compiling/
