Poet Laureate Emeritus

Last night when stuck with a poem Sleep possest me but no way out, Poetry pursuing me in a dream, No way in site winning a bout. A dream call from poetry site Made me a Poet Laureate— An honour for a showcase quite— A signal, I'd reached my best-before date. Not finding ‘nough verve in my voice, Was offered an altered status: What ‘bout Poet Emeritus? That made me mull over the choice. Both titles sound like great credit, In truth, at best still pejorative. Emeritus is one out of merit— A man on a retirement leave! Both, a nice way to show one's age, Suggest: it's time to turn the page. _____________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek |01.08.2019|