I Want To Be a Poet

I want to be a poet to write those words which rhyme But it seems I'm having trouble with tempo, tense and time How do the poets do it rhyme words so undisputed They neatly find the perfect word and exactly where to put it They make it seem so simple words flow in easy verse While my words go from good to bad and then they just get worse Oh to have the poets flair for grasping words from out the air But alas I stare at paper bare and pine for words which are not there With ease the poets do it pen words so neatly dressed While I sit here debating and getting more depressed To them it's not too arduous to mete out rosy prose While in my mind bewildering a musty cobweb grows Ornately Poets do it scribe sentiment so clear That lifts the heart and stirs the soul like music to the ear As I scan their lines which meld and knit I envy those who conjured it And when I read their words united tis my id which gets excited I twitch and get elated when I find two words of whit But I'll be darned if I can find another two which neatly fit I thumb through my thesaurus till the moon is fully lit But my brain is still in neutral and not a rhymes been writ Each pair I work to sound enhance fails to bring the bards due dance And the prose I opt for seems to lack the poet's gift of word romance But I'll persist and see how it goes And perhaps one day I'll write some prose