A Poet

A poet? Not me Words is all I see Intense,I can be But a poet? No,not me Poems I can write But I can not give insight My words are black and white A little deep but not quite These words that I can give Is not how I really live All I say is please forgive I just try to stay active I guess I have a common touch I can only say so much In my mind I'm out of touch Wise words are my crutch These words that are in my head To others minds I can spread From me to you my words I'll shed In a book,will not be read Writing poems I guess that's me But a poet? I couldn't be No,not me