The Poems Made Me Happy

The poems made me happy-
They made me dream
I had done something with my life-
They made me feel that perhaps
There were a few readers
And that one day somehow
All I had dreamed
Of literary glory and fame
Would be mine.

The poems made me happy
They enabled me to continue in the delusion
With which I had gone through my life-

In old age
I am still dreaming I will get there
What a happy fool I am-

And now just now I have written another small confessional poem -
And made a fool happy once again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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