Vanity Scribbles
It is certainly a thing to be seen …
Or is not-to-be-seen not to have been?
Do I post screeds just craving attention
Yet crumble when I don’t get a mention?
Have I succumbed … vanity … vanity …?
Do I preserve with toils my sanity?
What profits a scribbler to be clever
If no remembrance of my endeavor?
I live. I die. Will in a century
Be of me any living memory?
Who’ll read my sonnets or visit my grave?
Fame? Fortune? What exactly do I crave?
Does this Old Man write terse verse to sound droll …
Or to let heart fly from his deepest soul?
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Backstory: Sipping coffee and scrolling through my Substack subscriptions this morning, it struck me. “Why not finish what I started on Friday?” which was but 2 of 14 lines, as noted here:
👏 I had missed this one! Another great one.