Somedays I read back on my poetry
And wonder: Is that really me?
My poetry came out great
I realize with glee

When you write
You're so unsure
What you want to say

Then you go back
And read it again
It's not half bad
You realize with a grin

So no matter your topic of write
Say what you wish to say
Because you'll read back
And come away
With a bit of wonder in your heart
And a smile on your face