The Bashful Archivist Poem by Bryan Taplits
The Bashful Archivist
The blaze of youth glares to a fire
But never looks to drown his torch,
For the more unrestrained whither that flare exists
The higher becomes his floor.
But when he stumbles at his journey's end
And want's to view where he might go,
It's funny then-
Though that flame never wanes-
He doesn't want to know.
Monday, December 11, 2023
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