I'll Never Be a Poet
I should have been a vet

I'll never be a poet, I lack
poetical ability,
but I'd be happy with the knack
of commercial versatility...BR
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amen to that, br! je
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AM I A POET
I am sometime asked if I fancy myself as being a great poet
I look at them with a warm whimsical smile and laugh inside.
A poet I could never be, I put words together and make a rhyme.
A poet can play with your heart, making you laugh or cry.

I can only spout some foolish nonsense about the night.
About the stars being like jewels against black velvet.
Or the ghostly clouds across the yellow moon, what a sight.
I could talk of the lingering scent of the night-blooming jasmine.

If you listen, there is a soft melody in the symphony of the crickets
The cool crispness of the dew, like crystal pieces on the street.
The sudden fright a stranger gives you as you pass in the night.
The tantalizing feeling of the cool grass on your bare feet.

I can tell about the forgotten joy of watching a wondrous sunrise.
No! I am not a poet, I use the paper and words like canvas and paint.
I draw pictures in your mind, of joy, memories, and even self demise.
Like a camera, I try to give you a cameo of true life. in a few lines.


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Sounds like a poet to me. Nice lines. Too bad you didn't sign them...BR