I’m just the poet;
A real simple man.

Humble disquiet
Pours forth,
From my hand.

None there
Dare read me;

Nor me,
Understand.

I’m just a poet,
With words
In my pen.

No one
Reads poetry!

Lest, the poet
Be dead.

Somewhere,
Onetime,
Someone had said.

Well…

This one’s
A short one.

It’s not at all long.

By the time
You are here,

It’s done!
And I’m gone.

©2014, Marvin Welborn
Revised 22 May 2014. Revised 7 August 2014. 20 September 2014. 28 September 2014. 21Apr15