Oh how I long to be
A real poet.
One who finds no difficulty
In putting pen to paper,
Finger to keyboard,
Mind to words.
One of those who
Thinks, dreams, lives
Poetry. Unlike me.
Finding the muse for poetry
Will not happen for me.
I’ll be one of the appreciators
Who never is able to contribute
To the great list of poets
The earth has seen.
Never will my name be listed
Alongside Cummings, Gibran, Whitman, etc.
I am forever going to be, simply,
A wannabe elitist poet.
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