The Poet's pool

You live a long life and full,

you watch your children grow,

become as old as you once were

and eventually, inevitably

life slips from you.

And what do you leave behind?

If you are lucky

some might remember a line

from a poem you once wrote,

but even then it’s unlikely

they will remember

who wrote it.

They will have

their own lives to live,

their own children to worry about

and their own poems to write.

Maybe it’s better

to think about what you will

remember when you slip from life,

perhaps a hand slipping into yours

and leading you to a pool of light,

the poets pool, the pool from which

your inspiration flowed.