“Some future boy will learn in school,”
(The Great Man said) “This stirring rhyme.
What if he hates me for a fool?–
My fame shall last for all of time.”
“Though he have trouble finding me,”
Replied the poet without a name,
“I’ll be read the way I want to be–
I’ll have his love: you keep your fame.”
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 18, 1944
