I think I would be happy
As a dead, unnamed poet
My magnum opus scribbled
On a sunken ancient wall
That’s the least of what I want
Of course fame might be nice
Wealth would be wonderful
I couldn’t guarantee that if I tried
So I will find a darkened corner
To whisper to and scrawl
I’ll carve it as deep as I can
And hope the light stays on
STARSMIRK 