Love Poetry In Age

I'm going to keep my poems they take up little space
and the memories please me. one bleached from
writing on the beach one's got a smear from a can of beer
one mended from when i went mental ripped up and
ruined but that's all incidental. They can wait until
adulthood when i might find them while looking for
something else. I'll reread each heartfelt line
where I was when I wrote that rhyme. That unfailing
sense of being young words of hope and expectancy
words of pain and agony the words that were going
to make me famous nearly turned me into a recluse.
and amid the poetry of a contented teenager boring
and meaningless poems and stories there is a glare of that
rare brilliance, love. It will be hard to pile all
my poems back and admit 'what a waste of time.'