They were only half way to heaven <br />Stranded on a cloud <br />They were shouting and yelling <br />But they couldn’t have been loud <br />They were howling at the moon <br />Too softly to be heard <br />They could shout until doomsday noon <br />They’ll find out nobody cared <br /> <br />Not rude not bad not rotten <br />But they still had to go <br />They were the forgotten <br />Nobody wanted to know <br />They were not good enough to save <br />Nor bad enough to be lost <br />They just don’t know how to behave <br />So their left out in the frost <br /> <br />They were only half way to heaven <br />Stranded on a cloud <br />The unwanted poets <br />Shouting and yelling their poetry <br />To people who didn’t want to know <br />This is what unpublished poets have to do <br />Walk about with their heads in the clouds<br /><br />Michael Micmac Mccrory<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unpublished-poets/
