THAT IS JUST NOT YOU
Tell me poem lover how many likes have your poems got
Are they inferior to others go ahead just humor me why not
It is for sure you, not Edgar Allen Po that we all see but
To each, there can condone not liking me, and you
I write the rhymes one the sport what a clown to frown
Robert Louis Stevenson, I have given it a lot of thought
Fifty poems have I written and no one seems to care
Are my senses dull or brittle still I am just nowhere there
Changing my name to Rachel would be a bombshell
Or maybe I’ll just be myself and take whatever little
What’s in a name if not real fame none of us are to blame
And when you read this poem like it or not all in the game
A chunk of coal today a diamond tomorrow so they say
For pride goes before a fall Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall
Whether your words make sense or not you are a poet of sorts
Don’t be discouraged but have courage if you are like or not
Like a pot of literature a stew that tastes as good as nature
The poet's life and you forget the likes that’s just not true
