What's a Poet To Do?

I sit and ponder, allow my mind to wander And wonder about what I ponder Then put pen to paper, begin to scratch and scribble Hoping endless hoping that someone will read my dribble And then reading perhaps exclaim “This poem deserves acclaim” crickets Ahh, what’s a poet to do But ponder through and through Then wander further afar Find a wonder so bizarre And purchase a better pen? Or find a muse now and then? crickets Philosophical I suppose The writing of great prose But my reason has deserted And my talent’s been diverted So I scribble more rhymes And then try to bide my time crickets