The door is there for the opening
You know we all hold the key
Pour out your thoughts on paper
Your on the road to poetry.

Your words at first may falter
Like a child's very first step
But the more that you keep writing
There will be words you'll never forget.

You know you will never regret this
It's the greatest therapy
And before you really know it
Your a writer of poetry.

There's a poet there in everyone
Thats what a poet said to me
So if you really whant to be one
Then you will master poetry.

Fear runs through the poets pen
Until all the ink runs out.
So much in words must be said
Within our times of doubt.

Then again things may change
For the better or  for the worse
In this world of uncertainty
Put some Sunshine in a verse .

There was a knock at my door
I ran downstairs quickly
As I opened the door
To my surprise and joy
There was a parcel
           Just for me !

I was so happy
As I never had a parcel before
So I quickly picked it up
Ran back upstairs to my room
I was filled with excitement
I ripped the paper off  with all my energy
                  With happiness

Wandering what it could be
As I was tearing and tearing
The paper piece by piece
I eventually came to the last one
My heart skipped a beat
Then it dropped
My mouth went wide open
With disappointment
Only to find out
That my parcel was
      An EMPTY BOX.