Surely I may use rhyme,

As well I do things in time,

Meter I guess I use too,

But on being a poet I haven’t a clue…

I freely admit it to you my peers,

Even if you all do of me jeer,

Yeah I have a kind of muse,

That does of me when I write steer,

But really and truly, if you were to of me read,

You would see for yourself as a poet I’m not, that’s the news…

So if I am not a poet, why do I herein write,

It relaxes me from daily stresses,

I don’t of others then their heads bite,

Its like a form of meditation,

Sometimes I’d like to know though what in the end would become my destination…

© ed ;-) 4/5/09