Dear Poets

My dear fellow poets

What is engraved in your pen

That makes you write

Like there is no other

 

For a thought came in my mind

That there is a magic crest

And you hold its secrets

 

I read your works all the time

But never could tell or find

To master the art of rhyme

 

Allow me to take your skills

So that I can pay my bills

For I am done with drills

 

I think I know my downfall

But just maybe hard work

Is not always the best work

 

Thus I will follow you

But not blindly

For I will be a poet

But I won’t be like you