I'M a Poet

I'm a poet through and through,
Though I cannot explain to you
How it happened or what it was
That led me to it.
I didn't set out to pursue it,
I just, one day, began to do it,
And then ten years blinked by
Almost before I knew it.

The poems I pen are mostly true,
Though now and then I stretch a few.
To imbue lines with more élan
Is why I do it.
The verse to which I lend my name
Won't tend to fortune nor to fame,
But I'll keep scribbling just the same
And never rue it.

My heart and soul are in my style,
If I can make one reader smile,
My efforts will have been worthwhile,
Although I may never know it.
I'm no Shelley, Keats, or Poe,
Or Frost, or Nash, but even so,
I hope in time my rhymes will show
That I'm a poet.
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Wolf Avatar
December 3, 2022 at 7:29 PM
I believe you are, indeed, a poet... and, frankly, there are enough Shelley, Keats, Wordworth and Shakespeare wannabees to leave an opening for guys like you and me to sneak into the pantheon of poetry. Great write! :) gw
Slaughter Avatar
December 4, 2022 at 10:38 AM
Thanks, G, and I like the idea of being a part of a "pantheon of poetry".
George Avatar
November 27, 2022 at 3:08 AM
We cannot be Shelley, Keats or Poe, still we are poets. If we can bring a smile to any one, our attempt is worthwhile. Keep penning dear friend. Sometimes recognitions shall come our way... ! Who knows. Even if not, as long as poetry delights us, it is the greatest reward.
Slaughter Avatar
November 27, 2022 at 9:12 AM
Who knows, indeed! Thank you, Valsa.
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