I'm my own worst critic:
I think my 'work' is good.
Why do I stick to it?
Because I'm sure to think I'm good.
It's the best I can offer
All I have to proffer,
I know why I bother,
I quite enjoy my own poet's corner,
Which for me is a sanctuary;
In which to spend a stolen private moment
From a day tending to my children
And retaining gainful employment.
— The End —