I'M a Poet...Perhaps

My poems are simple Composed of simple words Understood by simple minds Because I have the same kind. I do try to read other poems But often can’t find the rhyme Missing the meaning somewhere Pulling out my hair (if there was any left there). They must be very good Others seem to rant and rave I wish I understood Artistry of which I crave. Sometimes sentences run on and on I can’t tell where one stops and another starts Adjectives pile up on one another Beautiful words indeed, but my mind they simply smother. I am a simple man I do the best I can I like to rhyme my words To some it seems absurd. I am expanding my mind Replying to others in kind Enjoying many, I will admit Others, half-way done I quit. I think I’m out of my league I thank you for humoring me It’s a passion I cannot leave I’m a poet – or, so I believe.