I'm a poet for those little moments 

That I want to remember just right 

So I take out a pen and write what you 

Said that was worth remembering. 

I'm a poet for the shallow hope

That I will be revered and loved. 

I model the greats like Milton and Yates

And pray that history notices me. 

I'm a poet because while voices fade,

Hands stiffen on keys, bodies go gray,

Words have no age limit, so 'til my last 

Breath I can type, write, and rhyme. 

I'm a poet because I crave the beauty 

That accompanies a meadow captured 

In meters, metaphors, and personification

So I can see it wherever life may lead. 

I'm a poet because I have to be. 

My head echoes words and ideas, 

My fingers ache for pens and pencils

And I am powerless unless I create.