I wonder about all those poets whose thoughts were never read

But now they are forgotten and quite long dead

I wonder about all those words and prose

Sweeter and richer than the wildest rose

I wonder about all the lost names

That never blew in the wind from childhood games

What happened to those who got lost in the rain

And were washed away down the drain

Never were they mentioned by flighty professors

Only silence keeps them locked in old dressers

In little notebooks hidden away

Never to see the light of day.