My Bard Fellow
My fellow bard
I have but one last favor
Myself to ask,
I have four score
Of poetry
Left upon my shelf
Please I beg
Publish them
Posthumously
For me
Keep my fans happy
Not knowing I’m
Still
Yet still writing
Composing for them
For them I will
For poetry is eternal
They’ll never notice
The difference
Between me
And not me
You get my inference
Why I’ll even script and
Whisk out a few
New poems
Just for you
And send them along
Ethereally
To you
Fresh ones
To have fun with
Especially you
Who will
Do my ghastly ghostly bidding
That should last a decade or ten
Till you and I all
Meet up again
Then together we
Shall endlessly entertain them
Together
Gast and Ghostly
Till eternity shall end
Amen
tom tenbrunsel and et
Poets Laureate Departed We did
Author’s Note: The Ghosts of Christmas Future
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