Thoughts While Standing In Line At the Well of Poetry

I've dipped into this well so many times Expecting any day now it's going to run dry Trying my luck, tossing my dime Hoping against hope it'll work one more time Being high on ambition, low on ideas If you care to listen then listen to this Whether it be a hit or it be a miss Each poem that I write I send off with a kiss But alas a kiss is not all they need To make it or break it, help it to succeed Can I let you in on a secret between you and me Poetry can be freeing but not always free So here I am at the well again hoping to find The inspiration needed with the other poets in line Some say they don't need this but that line I'm not buying We're all individuals here but still one of a kind We all live on the edge afraid of that day The words up and leave us with nothing left to say And through all this I wonder if that will make Me happy or sad for sanity's own sake So could someone kindly lend me a dime Seeing as through all this I've misplaced mine Up one end and down the other steeper side Till I've finally reached the end of this rhyme