Go, little verse, and do not stay
to hear what any critic said.
You were not written for the wise.
You were written to be read
by one tired person on a stair
at the wrong end of a heavy year,
who will not know my name at all,
and will, for half a moment, hear.
This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch
Curated by First Verse from the public domain
