I Write Because
Actually, I do not know why I write a poem
I started at a very early age and continued,
When I was very young, I loved to show-em
In adolescence I wrote when in a grim mood.
Discovering love, poems became rather natural
My output of sonnets was somewhat prolific,
As time passed, writing became an essential
Some of my poems were bad, others terrific.
During the middle years, I wrote less poetry
Experimenting with short stories and novel
I quickly returned to writing them vigorously
In retirement, in my little 1950’s brick hovel.
I write because I cannot not write, you see,
From an early age I learned to express myself
Then came the time when many were in print;
Best of all, I saw my chapbooks on the shelf.
Writing poems is a way to express who I am
Capsuled portraits of the way my mind works
Someday I’m certain no one will give a damn
But, writing poems is one of my finest quirks!
Written August 27, 2022
Submitted to “I Write Because” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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