This Humbled Poet Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

This Humbled Poet

When he too can fly,
Every moments of these lost time,
Had served this poet, his best,

He too can fly like an eagle,
Raced the wind, expand his chests,
With a volumes of these beautiful music, and arsenals,
Pent up adorations, pent up affections,

A man so in love withwords,
To express this so much regrets, his ultimate adious,

"Hear me light,
Hear my sadness but thank you,

Lift me into the air like this eagle,
Give me these tongues of the angels,

Allow me these latitudes of skies,
With my wings,
And let this poet soar like these eagles,

These last wish you could grant to this,
Dying troubadour,

This dying anonymous poet humbled atyour feet, "

this humbled poet, spoked,
"until the end of my time, truly yours and thank you again."