A Poet?
Little did I know it
I might be a poet
Though I know it will take time
To get in the groove
If my legs can't move, then writing will do.
I never know what to say
It's like getting caught in the rain
Or tip toeing past your parents room at night
It's like sitting with the wind,
Getting caught in your hair
And at just the right moment
Someone stops to stare
I have to work on the flow,
It's like rowing a boat
But what about the scenery
Im in the garden of time,
I don't really mind.
It's calming, the greenery.
And the way that the time passes me by.
It's hard not to get stuck there.
The sound of the waterfall is a delight
Its like getting the rhyme right
Somewhat like a wind chime
But isn't there more
Like a story to adore, I cant let it be a bore, right?
Where do I go from here, I guess we'll see
A poet who didn't know it, is it meant to be?
Copyright © Caitlyn Kovacs | Year Posted 2025
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