Anyone can write a poem
And think that it’s fantastic
Though often others may be slightly
Less enthusiastic.
And think that it’s fantastic
Though often others may be slightly
Less enthusiastic.
For inner critics sometimes fail
To note that something’s missing
And few admit their efforts
Might, in fact, be worth dismissing.
To note that something’s missing
And few admit their efforts
Might, in fact, be worth dismissing.
And so the world is filled with poems,
Most internet-inspired,
Where talent is an asset
Neither looked-for nor required.
Most internet-inspired,
Where talent is an asset
Neither looked-for nor required.
Of course, since I am one who writes,
You may think I’ve concluded
That I’m just like all the others
But then you would be deluded!
You may think I’ve concluded
That I’m just like all the others
But then you would be deluded!
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