You called me a poet;

Alas, that’s not true!

I merely hold the pen

And try to catch the words

As they flow.


Poems come at times they choose

Not when I think I’ll sit and muse.

And writing prose is much the same

A gentle pursuit, yet hardly tame

For Inspiration never strikes

Just because the writer likes

The subject or the writing.



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