I am but a poet for a moment or two;

I am but a poet for a moment or two;
My story is for a moment or two,
My image is for a moment or two,
My youth, for a moment or two.

Many poets came before me,
They came and went away.
Some went filled with sighs,
and some went singing songs.
They too were a story for a moment in time;
I too am a story for a moment.
Tomorrow I will depart from you,
But for today, I’m a part of you.
I’m a poet of a moment or two

Tomorrow more (poets) will come,
To pick the freshly bloomed blossoms of songs.
They will better storytellers than me,
And better listeners than you.
Tomorrow, someone might remember me;
But why should anyone remember me?
For my sake, why should this busy world
Waste its precious time?
I’m a poet only for a moment or two.