Front Page of Paper

Front Page of Paper What if new poem I were to start; Everyone ended up tearing it apart; Completely re-wrote the whole thing; Tears to eyes of people did bring. Who saw an email stammer and stutter? Become confused by all of the clutter; How many times will words be changing? Until they end up mentally deranging. Not only that, contents can be cruel Just like you are fighting a big duel Then back from poem must stand a bit To see which way words should fit. Through clutter of poems was carousing To see which one would be arousing; My attention was caught as I read a batch Of poems wondering what could be the catch. Can you imagine that I got by somehow? And am a Poet Laureate here and now And right before my twilight slowly neared My poems on front page of paper all appeared. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran