Is anyone truly a poet,

In all actuality, do we earn a title by slurring words together into a rhyming set,

Is it not our actions that define us,

Why then are we not poets by what we do,

The walk we take,

The movements we make,

The people we meet,

And whether the bread we eat is white or wheat,

No one is a poet,

Our words may be mellifluous but they don't make us,

Rather what we do is what demarcates us.