Trying to write a poem
Is simply way to hard,
Putting a pen to paper
Wanting to become a bard.

I could write about my life
For all I need is a hobby,
Something to keep me occupied
While sitting in a lobby.

I started this account
Hoping for nothing more but joy,
Nothing yet has come to me
Writing poems as a coy.

So I look back at my page,
All I see is boredom
But one thing good's come out of this,
At least I wrote a poem!