Poem writing used to be my hobby

In sorrow, I turned to writing verse, To ease the pain, my heart immerse. Love, nature, family, and spirituality, Themes that flowed, with sincerity. Years passed, inspiration took flight, A hundred poems, crafted with might. Retirement brought idle hours to fill, Isolation and pandemic, a bitter pill. Poetry contests sparked excitement anew, Learning the craft, experimenting too. Words from poets, wisdom acquired, Rhyme and meter, rules admired. Recognition came, acclaim I found, Free verse soaring, high and profound. Loneliness became my muse, guiding my pen, Love still sings, even when. Writing became my daily pursuit, Through challenges and hardships, I resolute. With passion and dedication, I engineer, Poems that touch hearts, far and near.