(Really old poem — 10 years + — rewritten a bit)
My ambition
will begin to be
fulfilled
100 years from now
when a schoolboy
scribbles “This Poem Sucks”
in the margin of a textbook
next to something of mine,
and will be
realized at last
25 years after that
when the boy
finds the poem,
reads it, shakes his head,
and then reads it again.

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