It is a fair question
Of course
Because any poem is
Just words on a page
Few will read or
Breathed into the air
And wafted away on the winds

And yet
The poems are still written
Still spoken
Still sung
Still read
Still heard
Still matter
Now as in all the elder days of which we know

Knowing that so little reward
So few resources or acclaim
Accrue to verse and those who make it
Though more to those who worship several Muses at once
They still work the work who work it
And there must be some reason
Even if it is not clear

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