I know of no poem like a national anthem
One of the words spoken by many
One spoken by countless hearts as one

I hear songs sung in harmony
I hear those words on the lips of many
These songs are universally understood

A poet accepts their unsung poems with mixed emotions
A bit of sadness
A bit of relief
A bit of fear
A medley of fill in the blank emotions

In the end, we let it go
We let these words unfold
We tell a tale, we tell a fear
We tell an emotion, we tell with tears

Our work is thankless
Until we’re dead
We tell our tale
We share our bread