A Poet in this Hostel Stayed

A poet in this hostel stayed
Who writes today unknown
As for eternity I may be
Nobody ever shown
The words I wrote of my travel
Or on topics that caught my mind
That I lay down on paper
Or on whatever I coud find...

And yet maybe should by work be known
On a day to come
Another who in that hostel stays
Will be told that a man there from
The island of Ireland
Allbeit for onw night
Lay his head down here to sleep
And a poem or two did write.