The Poet
Just a few lines penned down, appreciating all those great poets out there....
From under lock and key;
Sat at my desk and said to myself
A poet I shall be!
Twas a grand thing, I thought,
To be able to write in rhyme;
But alas, not one line could I write
As the clock continued its chime!
I sat and wondered what to do,
And how to get on with my task;
But for ages I sat, to little avail
My face a puzzled mask!
I thought of the poets of yesteryear,
And read all their poems by heart;
It took a fair while for this arduous task,
But I thought it would get me a start!
No matter what I did, it wasn't enough,
I couldn't manage even a single rhyme;
All I did was draw doodles on the page
And waste a whole lot of time!
I realized then how difficult it was,
To be able to write just a line;
And ruefully thought to myself,
A poet's job cant be mine!
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