While we’re on a roll
and the prose flows
I am reminded of old poems
I wrote in my teens
Awkward, not particularly good
but of course, at the time
I thought they were magnificent
and read them loudly, proudly
to anyone with an ear
But it troubles me-
I have to wonder, now
will I feel the same
about these words spilling out?
will I cringe as I read
what I presently believe
to be good?