When your make up starts to fade
And years become too much to hide
Will you live the lies that life demands
And dry hidden tears from your eyes ?
Will you count as special times you shared
With a poet you never understood
Or is gold of more importance to you
Than his pedestal of wood ?
In years to come
Will you raise your glass
At certain times of thought
Smile your smile yet secretly weep
At a few scattered words that enter your sleep
From a poet you never understood ?