Poet Masquerade

"Poet" is a word I revere, but I don't think I'm one. My grasp of what a poem is, could be improved upon. A poet understands the human condition and is wise. He understands beauty. He sees it with his heart and eyes. Sensitive and insightful, he employs just the right word. I'm a man who at sixty-five, caught a virus still uncured, whose primary symptom is to come up with words that rhyme, a broken cart wheel rolling on rocks in discordant time. A math major and IT guy on a poetry site? I'm a little embarrassed, it just doesn't seem right. Yet, inside me, something says, "I want to be a poet", to see beauty, study the human condition, and know it. So, I submit rhymes, I call poems, somewhat shyly, hoping my masquerade's not caught, and I place highly.