If I Was a Poet - Would I Even Know It

If I was a Poet – Would I Even Know it That is the question that I ask As I work on my task But then I start to realise With my own very eyes And using my own ears to hear That I cannot lift that prize Because a poet never lies So, to say I am a poet Is just like saying that I know it But I can never say That I know every way To write a Sonnet or Limerick, or all those other forms of it I have tried trust me, just to be only me I hope therefore that you appreciate I will never be that great DAMO