The life of a poet is difficult
ups and downs, dark and light
so many things misunderstood;
but who's to claim wrong or right?

I wish I could tell you
that I lived a life like that
but something makes me think
I am far from ready for that.

Rhymes are no quick and
metaphors and similes dont stick
like glue to paper with thoughts in mind
because rhythm always gets me sick.

The life of a poet is not for me
I cannot write, I don't know
the tricks and skills like you;
poetry just isn't my show.