The Clerk

I've shown my work to others who rate it for themselves. The feeble simply love it. The intricate act like elves. The wise man gets behind it encouraging me to write. It's only when the humble; thank me that it's right. My works in many countries. Each nation reading from it. Trading new ideas when words to thoughts become it. It has a narrow following. Yet; larger than did once. I wonder what is popular. I wonder if I'm dunce. I know I'm getting better. I think I like my work. I envy what I've written. Like someone elses clerk.