A fools dream
This poem is about a fool who dreams that he will be a pundit and asks the world to wait for that day, when he too would become a genius.
Let me only assist you
my silent stubborn mind.
And ask you to give
a push to my unveiled find.
Conclude at times a merely few
statements, adamants as to stand.
Above to what all, always knew
add little to my slumbering grind.
Assist then my presence to brew
others theories to ground.
Think together to a blossoming hue
something astute, logical as profound.
And add to the orb with a sage all-new
revolt then to all pundits.
Give those brains a little to mew
praise should they to my deeds.
So the world I proclaim to you
wait, let my senses rise to sound.
Wait for what I have to give, and all that’s due
for a fools geniunity is yet to be found.
Possibly Related poems:



![[del.icio.us]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/delicious.png)
![[Digg]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/digg.png)
![[Facebook]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/facebook.png)
![[Google]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/google.png)
![[MySpace]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/myspace.png)
![[Technorati]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/technorati.png)
![[Yahoo!]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/yahoo.png)
![[Email]](http://p4poetry.com/wp-content/plugins/bookmarkify/email.png)
Comments
No comments yet.
Leave a comment