Welcome..

.. to the graveyard of
Poems that no one reads as I
Walk among you, you were
Such pretty things;

Full of ambition to
Change and inspire to
Relate and make pause for
Thought --- you expired.

Few people know what makes
A work classic but words fall
Off at each end of the line; 
Thoughts and sentences have

Shelf lives in rhyme; 
I thought I could make you think
But my poems weren't that great;

Still, they got me through a difficult time.