IF I COULD WRITE POETRY

What would I write about? I could write about war, medicine or leisure But I don’t know much about any of them but what do I care, nobody reads poetry anyway I could write for myself But then who am I kidding I don’t write because I have little interest in poetry Hell, I don’t even write on my thousand dollar computer But I stare at my blank page on my expensive toy Like I have no right to think of writing poems Too high falooting, too classy for me How dare I think I could write such high fashion words? I look on tomorrow as another day but then I get some guts hidden though they were, they appeared from somewhere I don’t know from where but there they are But tomorrows bring surprises I will not question fate’s mysteries I will just get to work And write my lofty, classy poems Once and for all dismissing the fears I have carried with me for years And forget trepidation comes from me I shall not give up my dream I am strong, I am mature, I am fearless! I shall fear no word or phrase Four syllable words will not make me cower For I am invincible, I am poet!