The Challenge

I write a poem and post it Hoping someone else will read it, Although, as far as feedback goes, I do not really need it. Ideas are flitting ‘round my brain And, if I can, I catch ‘em, Committing them to paper, where, With any luck, I’ll match ‘em. The challenge keeps me on my toes, Requiring no persuasion And mostly, I am proud to say, I rise to the occasion. While others paint or swim or cook Or knit to keep them grounded, Each day I set to rhyme the thoughts By which I am surrounded.