When a poet dies young,
will his lyrics be put into a song.
Or will he be crucified and hung?
Will they remember his creed,
The last of a dying breed?
Maybe he will be remembered by his bad deeds.
Or leave lasting impression,
of written expression,
Then that indeed,
will be yesterday's planted seed,
a book that one day,
someone may find and read.
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