Someday I'll have a follower,
I'll log on and I'll see,
That someone takes an interest,
In the things that make me, me.
I will not let it thwart my words,
I will not get dismayed.
Even though I sometimes think,
On paper, my words should have stayed.
I do not write for others,
I write to release a need.
So I should not be concerned,
What others do not read.
I am just a poet,
And history isn't yet.
I am not dead and gone,
For now, my words forget.
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