Monday, 23 March 2020

Barely Dylan

Barely Dylan

I used to worry about being the best at poetry,
I wanted to go down in the books of history,
Among those that were the writers of our time,
The covid-19 generation writers of our nation

Ayeh, while I tried to arrive
as I butchered the English language on my grind,
My heart grew weary and wanted to sing,
So I used my poetry to write songs,

I used it to craft melodies and tell stories,
I soon became forgotten because I was mistaken,
For a budding singer that once tried to be a poet;
An aspiring Dylan with impaired vision.


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