(poem)

Few will understand me

Or remember me

Hate or love me

In as short as twenty years

Or even yesterday

Will you buy my perspective today?

I thought not

At the least I offered

What does anyone expect for free

The cost to each of us gives value

I've lost everything

So I must be rich

Barry G. Wick, part of 500 poems written by this author at https://agereasonmistake.blogspot.com