A poet wrote...

I am a poet of a moment or two. Tomorrow there will be better orators, and there will be better audiences....why would this busy world spend it's precious time to remember me. Unfortunately he was a little too optimistic for the future I guess.

He also wrote....(since the meaning is lost in translation, I will try to give you the imagery that he conjured up.)

Think of a garden where songs are blossoming on plants like flowers. So today he says he has picked a few songs from this garden. Tomorrow there will be better poets who will pick better songs from this garden of songs.

And guess the songs they're picking from the garden of songs today.... W A P.

It's unfortunate really.