Richard Tipping Poet Rhyme

My Last Poem

If this were my last ever rhyme,
I’d look back on my writing time,
Reflect I’d never made a dime,
Compare the subjects so sublime.
I’d stop perhaps because I’m ill,
The paper now too hard to fill,
Too weak to write them, though the will,
And others writing, better still.
I might have had a writer’s block,
Of all my poems I’d take stock,
I’d see how many now I’d mock,
But they’re for you, not me to knock.
So that is when i’d say goodbye,
Go with a tired and heavy sigh,
I loved to write, you all know why,
No more I’d get that poet’s high.
I’d read the poems that I wrote,
See if the feedback I took note,
My last, a final anecdote,
Then say goodbye and grab my coat.

Just too late for the contest but submitting anyway
22 July 2020

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