The little old poem that nobody reads
Blooms in a crowded space,
Like a ground-vine blossom, so low in the weeds
That nobody sees its face -
Unless, perchance, the reader's eye
Stares through a yawn, and hurries by,
For no one wants, or loves, or heeds,
The little old poem that nobody reads.
The little old poem that nobody reads
Was written - where? - and when?
Maybe a hand of goodly deeds
Thrilled as it held the pen:
Maybe the fountain whence it came
Was a heart brimmed o'er with tears of shame,
And maybe its creed is the worst of creeds -
The little old poem that nobody reads.
But, little old poem that nobody reads,
Holding you here above
The wound of a heart that warmly bleeds
For all that knows not love,
I well believe if the old World knew
As dear a friend as I find in you,
That friend would tell it that all it needs
Is the little old poem that nobody reads.
The Little Old Poem That Nobody Reads
James Whitcomb Riley
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Poem topics: I love you, believe, space, world, dear, fountain, face, worst, shame, friend, heart, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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