When I Become A Legend

One day who I am will come to pass

Our names will be forgotten but mine will be last

Behind pearly gates while in sandals and white robes

I’ll walk on gold covered in all the riddles I’ve told

My afternoons spent with Edgar Allen and my dear Plath

Followed by evenings with Frost where we compare rhymes and laugh

And then dinners with the psalmist David and wise king Solomon

Over glasses of the finest wine we’ll discuss the poems inspired by The One