Lost Poem, Poetry Lost

Lost Poem, Poetry Lost

One time I wrote a poem

It wasn’t very good.

I left it in a drawer

To age like seasoned wood.

I thought about that poem

It took awhile to write.

But I Ieft it in the drawer

I will look for it tonight.

I forgot to check the drawer

A friend came by for wine.

I will check on it tomorrow

Tomorrow should be fine.

A week went by, then another two

I think I will read it tonight

I left it in an old dresser

In the barn where I can write.

The night was cold, the barn was dark

The dresser wasn’t there.

I doubt that it had disappeared or

Vanished in thin air.

I looked around in panic

The poem grew better with time.

But I still could not find the dresser

I had lost my greatest rhyme!

I knew it was a masterpiece!

How could I have let it go?

Written with #2 Ticonderoga

I t was gone for good, I know.

I always keep the original

Each one a precious thing to save.

No matter how or where I wrote it

So I can take them to my grave.

I can write another one

But it will never be the same

As the one I left in the drawer that day

It could have brought me fame!

Tom Crowley

 4/4/14 – 5: 48 pm

Lincolnville Beach