THE POETIC DRIFTER
A poem here
A poem there
Another poem
Or a book of
Poems that won’t
Pay the bills
But here I am
After all these
Years somewhat famous
And well read
In journals
And in online
Magazines
But not rich
And never will be
Never expected to be
Or looked for money or
Fame in the 1st place
Because I
Just liked writing, being,
Reading & hearing
Other poets work
Still doing
What I’m supposed
To be doing on
This earth
Writing for no
Other audience
But my own
A writer
A poetic drifter
Stuck in
The 21st century
Where only the few truly
Appreciate your art
But I’m ok
I’m fine with that
Because
Oneday for
Whatever reason after
All of this is over
All of this is gone
Hopefully
Some kid stuck
In detention at a
High school will
Pick up one of my
Books
And get inspired
And start writing
In another time
& Place
And maybe they
Will become all
The things that us
Poets just
Always dreamed of
The next Kerouac
Kaufman or Keats
Bowie or Maya Angelou
The next poetic
Drifter or a part
Of some beautiful movement
That changes this
World
For the better
The poem
The poet
A legacy
Unto
Itself
~ R.M. Engelhardt
© 2026



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