I am poet, hear me roar
With turns of phrase not heard before!
I’m writer, griper, whiner, seether
Liberate words to the ether
Elicit feelings? How I try
Composing screeds until I die
Thoughts like salts I have you smelling
Sporadically they’re found compelling?
It matters not what others think
Nor if slant in their psyche sinks
I simply strive through undertaking
That there is difference I am making
Creating sonnets, runes in jest
I write and share, you do the rest
There’s many ways we use to cope
In times of stress, we turn to hope
And laughs and tears, and knowing nods
So Life’s not just a joyless plod
I hail those that have found a way
To make life better, every day
Obliges me to spend my time
To sway the mind in form of rhyme
May minutes that you’ve spared for me
If only momentarily
Help spirit find itself less wanting
And make the road ahead less daunting…