Those before me

She taught me why the caged bird sings
and a hundred other things-

He taught me to rage against the dying light,
No! I won't go gently into the night-

He showed me where the sidewalk ends
and many other destinations-

And Oh! The places I can go
of wondrous places I now know-

I believe in taking roads less traveled
for then endless possibilities unravel-

When I behold the night's starr'd face
my dreams, in starlight, I do trace-

Dreaming dreams no mortal dared before
imagination extends forever more-

The most terrible thing in life is finding it gone,
he said, but in poetry he'll live on-

Featured hope perched on my soul
and despair I knew not at all-

Those before opened the world to me
So I write that you may too can see.