~ On Poetry ~



I Write my own Poetry
on plain white paper,

the ‘Puter won’t do it for me.
With a pencil in hand,
and eraser effect,
I’m a man of the past Century.
And, No One will read this,

my own Poetry,
except for the few friends I have.

I am not famous,


I am a No One,

no surprises here, you see –

I am the No One

that reads my own Poetry.

But Wait!  if you’re here,

then you need be ‘ware

that No One has been here before.



(revised 21 Dec 2012)
Copyright 2012



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