This Little Poem

Pick me, pick me Said the little poem from the back It has been in the line so long Longing to be read It knows that it is special You can see it in its rhyme It just needs someone to read it Spare a few minutes of their time It tries its best not to sound desperate As no one likes a whiny poem Also knows some poems are more meaningful And just wants to feel like it belongs It wasn't written by a famous poet Like Dickinson or Walcott But does it matter whose hand the pen is in When you're jotting down your thoughts As it now stands it'll stay in back Waiting for the opportunity To attract someone to take a chance And give this little poem its read