Poet

An ordinary life I live, No high title, wealth nor fame. Few will know my name; I write for the joy it gives. No great office have I kept. No life my actions saved. No critics of me raved, Of accolades, bereft. But there are some I touch. Some hearts and lives I move. Some suffering I sooth And I minister to such. Some I move to tears. Some will share my passion; Claim this poet’s fashion- And offer subtle cheers. I am simple and I show it, A novice of this art But if I can move a heart I’ll be none other than a poet.