While many years pass by, the spirit remains,

as thy words hit like ripples on a tranquil lake.

In whispered echoes, we fight society’s chains,

touching young souls and making them awake.

This grand tapestry resonates through time,

as poets are beckoned to reach for the stars.

For each lyrical verse is a mountain to climb,

as we break down boundaries to heal scars.

Then in the hush of night and the light of day,

thy poem touches a young impressionable mind.

I hope one day thy words will guide their way,

a tiny treasure to for those in the future to find.

It is this poet’s hope thy work finds its place,

an ageless source for you to warmly embrace.