Don’t wait for me

Don’t wait for me, though I may wilt,
passing fast currents of tide and time,
don’t spare a thought, unwise such spent,
kindred kind souls, I’m an erroneous rhyme;

errors spelt or in grammar shall be righted,
for hope floats even in the bleakest corner,
but rhyme asynchronous, easy sighted,
no place or purpose, no single true mourner.

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