This reminds me a bit of a poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken. Your poem is right sweet. There is a paperback book in the drawer of my desk:
Immortal Poems of the English Language
An Anthology Edited By OSCAR WILLIAMS
4447 British and American Masterpieces by 150 Poets
On the right side of the cover of a book there is a vertical row of photographs or images of seven poets. At the top of the row is William Shakespeare. In descending order there is John Milton, John Keats, T.S. Elliot, W. B. Yeast and Phantom Delta. Yep, my photo is at the bottom. I simply took out a sharp pocket knife and cut a hole out where G.M. Hopkins image was and inserted my own photo on the inside of the cover then secured it with Scotch tape. I figured it was the only way that I was ever going to become an immortal poet. The anthology is a keepsake from my freshman year in college, 1975.
I especially enjoy reading one of the poems by Sammy T. Coldfridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
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