Writing the Perfect Poem

Why do we do what we do? Writing words day after day Unsure if anyone will read them If they will get the message we tried to say A million words with many meanings Thrown together in our language How will we know the right ones? They ones which say what we want to say Just one word, one syllable, one letter Out of the place where it should be The meaning could be lost We struggle through endless hours Wondering and writing Cutting and pasting words and lines Then in a miraculous moment It happens The words are right The syllables are right Each and every letter is right After all the pain and stress Our child is born We post in on-line Publish it in a book We send our child out into the world And no one reads it