Am I one if I can write words that rhyme, Or come up with words that make you cry? Perhaps make you reflect, stop, and change somehow.
I might even be able to make you laugh, And then make you think silly things about this clown! I wonder about all this as I am not much different than you are.
Are we all poets in hiding waiting to come out? Could it be that I take a chance with the world, And bare my soul, and share words that others may not?
Many questions I ask on this day, at this time! But, somehow, something, keeps words flowing out Onto paper from this mind that I cannot stop As I continue to write and let the world decide!